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The Man She Called "Boring"

The Man She Called "Boring"

Gavin

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On the eve of my wedding, I was in the new house I' d bought for Jennifer, practicing my vows, believing my devotion would finally earn her love. My phone buzzed. It was a Finsta notification, her secret Instagram. Curiosity twisted my gut as I opened it. There, a picture of her hand, my three-carat diamond sparkling, intertwined with her ex-boyfriend Tyrone' s tattooed hand on a rumpled motel bed. The caption read: "One last taste of freedom before I'm locked down. #WildHeart." My blood ran cold. I called, but her voice was sharp, annoyed; then I heard his low laugh. Scrolling deeper, I found more: "He's so sweet and reliable, but so... boring. Sometimes I miss the passion." And the one that killed me: "My heart belongs to the music, but my life belongs to the money. It is what it is. The wedding is on. At least I'll be rich." Five years of love reduced to a transaction. I was just a walking ATM, a "boring safety net." Humiliation burned through me. But as my best man called to confirm the limo, a new feeling pushed through the pain: resolve. The wedding would happen. But Jennifer Chavez would not be the bride. I scrolled through my contacts. Molly Fuller. My college friend. "How would you like to get married tomorrow?" I asked. It was a contract. A shocking twist that would redefine everything.

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On the eve of my wedding, I was in the new house I' d bought for Jennifer, practicing my vows, believing my devotion would finally earn her love.

My phone buzzed. It was a Finsta notification, her secret Instagram.

Curiosity twisted my gut as I opened it.

There, a picture of her hand, my three-carat diamond sparkling, intertwined with her ex-boyfriend Tyrone' s tattooed hand on a rumpled motel bed.

The caption read: "One last taste of freedom before I'm locked down. #WildHeart."

My blood ran cold.

I called, but her voice was sharp, annoyed; then I heard his low laugh.

Scrolling deeper, I found more: "He's so sweet and reliable, but so... boring. Sometimes I miss the passion."

And the one that killed me: "My heart belongs to the music, but my life belongs to the money. It is what it is. The wedding is on. At least I'll be rich."

Five years of love reduced to a transaction. I was just a walking ATM, a "boring safety net." Humiliation burned through me.

But as my best man called to confirm the limo, a new feeling pushed through the pain: resolve.

The wedding would happen.

But Jennifer Chavez would not be the bride.

I scrolled through my contacts. Molly Fuller. My college friend.

"How would you like to get married tomorrow?" I asked.

It was a contract. A shocking twist that would redefine everything.

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