The Scorned Fiancée's New Life
ter. "He wrote to me for four years after we b
unset. He was holding her, his face buried in her hair, a look of pure bliss on his face. I remembered that
egging Aurore for a bite of her ice cream. It was a side of him I had never seen. H
etters. I opene
t Aurore,
He had never cal
rst anniversary. I remembered that day perfectly. We'd had a romantic din
t still belongs to you. This celebration feels hollow. Every happy mome
r my birthday? He wrote to her about how cold he felt without her. The day he got the first round of major funding for his te
istmas. I had spent days planning the perfect mea
ended to enjoy it for her sake, but all I cou
had always, onl
ade me jump. I shoved my phone under
ake?" he asked,
ying with her tonight,"
e have to keep up the appearance that she and I aren't 'to
he water started running. A moment later, his phone screen lit
ur arms a
o real. Just l
you're mine again,
f pain. I curled into a ball, m
bathroom, a towel around his waist. He saw m
ftening with guilt. He thought I was crying over
t," he said softly. "It
to see this through. "It's fine," I lied. "But if we're supposed to be keeping our di
his eyes. He seemed to be looking for a hid
ou're right. That's a
After this is all over, Arah. I promise. I'll c
and a bitter smi
was no 'after'. It was already
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