Submitting To Him

before she entered the picture. Then she came along, and

utterly f

y best friend. I know what you're thinking, how could I harbor such feelings for Charles? What kind of f

high school together, college together, and now, we both worked at the same tech

h

s an only child, spoiled with love by his parents. Meanwhile, I had the best father in the worl

the hope that one day, he'd love me back. But that day never came. I met Caroline in my second year at Atech,

unger brother I adored; it felt special. I introduced Caroline to Charles, and the two of them acted like stranger

nt unannounced that I discovered the truth. I walked in on them in a com

nd apologies. I was devastated. The signs had been there all along-the stolen gl

sane" friend would do: I put on a brave face and pretended to be happy for them. It made me want to scream, but what choice

enough. Apparently, Charles thought so too. I thought their relationship was the worst heartbreak I'd face that

lives were moving at lightning speed, while mine felt stuck in place. Then came the proposal.

in fron

se in the span of two. I cried like a child that night. And now, here I was at t

im how I felt. Every kiss he gave her felt like a dagger, and I blamed myself for never

sts. Walking through the bustling streets of New York, I took in the c

ke a deep breath, but my peace was interrupted by a pressing need: I had to use the r

purchase a drink before using the re

up inside me. I didn'

d buy a drink after? Same difference, r

path again, her ey

my job." Before I could argue further

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undoing, my joy, and my solace. It belong