My Secondhand Computer Came With My Fiancé's Nudes

After buying a secondhand laptop online, I turn it on and discover that the wallpaper is a fully nude photo of my fiancé, Zane Lockhart.

I am stunned.

Could there be such a coincidence that Zane's old possession somehow makes its way back into my hands?

Just as I am about to call Zane to ask what is going on, the seller starts calling me frantically.

"I'm sorry, miss! I made a grave mistake. I accidentally ship you my boyfriend’s laptop! There are important work files on it, so please do not touch anything!

"I will send the correct laptop to you right away, and I will cover the shipping."

Hearing the feminine and sweet voice on the other end of the line, my heart instantly sinks to the stomach.

Since when does Zane have another girlfriend besides me?

I hung up the phone and forced myself to calm down, my fingers trembling as I slid the mouse across the pad.

Aside from the wallpaper, the desktop was almost too clean, with just a single folder named "My Treasure" saved.

Zane Lockhart had once made me a folder like that, too. It was filled with photos of us growing up together.

My heart hammered against my ribs as an absurd thought exploded in my head. Was he having an affair?

The thought barely lasted a second in my mind before I crushed it. I knew that even if every other man in the world cheated, Zane would be the only exception.

We were childhood sweethearts, and the entire neighborhood had watched us grow up together.

He loved me so much that he remembered my monthly cycle and prepared dark chocolate and heating pads ahead of time. He loved me so deeply that the passcodes to his phone, laptop, and all his social media accounts were my birthday.

Besides, our wedding was barely two weeks away. This had to be a misunderstanding.

I took a deep breath, as if I was trying to push down the wave of inexplicable panic in my chest.

After I double-clicked, the folder opened. The first thing I saw was an intimate photo of Zane with a woman I didn't recognize.

All the blood in my veins seemed to have turned to ice. It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me, the shock reverberating through all my organs and bones.

One by one, I scrolled through the photos. Each of them seemed to mock me for the lies I had told myself.

Zane had cheated, yet I had been blissfully wrapped up in the joy of becoming his bride. It was pathetically ridiculous.

I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, before I finally calmed down. The first thing I did was to unlock my phone and book a flight to Portia for seven days from now.

Portia was the city of my dreams, which I had given up just to stay by Zane's side. Now, I was going to pick up my