My Ex-Husband Invited Me to His Wedding—So I Hired an Actor to Pretend to Be My Date, but Neither of Us Expected What Happened Next

the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of champagne I’d bought in case I needed courage afterward, and held it up. “Do actors drink on the job?”

“I believe this counts as overtime.”

We sat on my couch with our glasses balanced on our knees and did the kind of post-disaster autopsy only close friends usually do.

At some point, we stopped laughing and started continue reading …