Her Fantasy, His Nightmare

wedding came up sudde

for five years, our mar

d. In every press release, at every tech conferenc

en Carter getting back together. They were spotted at dinners, at industry p

ly loved me. Not in t

d always bel

a small piece of bread meant to keep me from

for the both of us. I painted her, I wrote her poems, I cooked her fav

h me. The smiles she gave me were

ide, genuine smile on her face for the first time in

ed, her breath smelling of ch

quick search on my phone confirmed it. Ben C

Her thumbprint was still registered on my phone, a relic from a time when w

s a photo of us on a trip to It

tled "Us." It was full of pictures of me and her,

dden, password-protected. The pa

started

n stage. Ben sleeping. Ben laughing. Candid shots taken

ictures of me.

hoto that made my stomach drop. It was our we

y face w

and replaced it with Ben's. She was standing there in her

ad insisted on that photo.

sn't for us. It was for her fantas

screen of her phone casting

I

rriage was a lie