Had I known where I would end up and who I would run into, I never would have set foot in the Peterson house that night.***"Mr. Peterson is waiting for you." A maid, who I had never met before, opened the door of the mansion. She looked at me and politely smiled, "Follow me, please."Carl Peterson, my fiance, and his family had a large house in New Jersey, only forty minutes away from Manhattan. Carl and I were both sophomores at NYU, and since his place wasn't too far away from our university, I'd occasionally stop by to spend time with him.Earlier, the guard at the gate let me in without a word, probably because everyone knew that I was always welcome in my fiance's home.As my footsteps echoed in the hall, however, my best friend Jenny's warning echoed in my head. Although I tried to ignore it, it kept coming back.'I walked in on your fiance kissing another woman in the parking lot of a five star restaurant yesterday.' Jenny's words repeated like they were on a broken reco
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