My relationship with Liam wasn't some what Mom made it sound – him blind, me lucky to snag a rich guy.
We'd actually been together for nine years.
We got together back when Mom was obsessing over my grades and forbidding me from dating.

For our nine-year anniversary, I teased him,
"Don't tell me we're celebrating ten years next year just dating?"
He kissed me softly, then pulled a diamond ring from his pocket,
"Our tenth year will be our first wedding anniversary."
"Sophie, will you marry me?"
I should have said no to that liar.

Liam had told me I was his first love.
His first kiss.
His first time.
And the only one he wanted to grow old with.

So who was that girl?