It wasn’t the first time Stanley had said something like this. He always said it for Darlene’s sake. And every time, I gave in.
We’d been together for ten years. Stanley was the one I’d chosen since childhood. I’d spent half my life dreaming about marrying him.
But now that dream was in pieces, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“Fine,” I said evenly. “Then let’s not.”
His hand froze mid-air, surprise flickering in his dark eyes.
Before he could say anything else, I turned and walked out of the office.
Behind me, I heard Darlene’s soft, pitiful voice, urging, “Mr. Haynes, you should go after her, comfort her. I’ll be fine…”
But then his reply was careless and dismissive. “There’s nothing to comfort. She’ll regret it in less than three days.”
I drew in a sharp breath, forcing the tears back down.
What he didn't know was that this time, I wouldn’t regret it.
In fact, I was already ready to change grooms.
Wasn't it just getting married? Whoever I married, it would still be a marriage.
That very night, Darlene’s post with a caption, [Guess who just graduated and already found the best boss ever?] blew up.