After Eight Years, I Married His Rival

At a business dinner, my fiancé kept drinking in place of my best friend.

"Evelyn Simmons's stomach is bad, she can't drink. If you want to drink, drink with Lucretia Cobb."

Evelyn gave Caspar Rodriguez a little push. "But Lucy's had plenty too."

"She's not like you. She's tough, she can hold her liquor." The bottomless drinker Caspar was describing had drunk herself into a perforated stomach at a client dinner last month, and now shook with pain the moment liquor touched her lips.

He knew that. He just didn't care.