After that, he always had some excuse for missing our important dates—anniversaries, celebrations, milestones. There was always something that came up.
At the same time, Piper’s Instagram kept updating—his familiar silhouette in the background, his ringless fingers holding a wine glass, his toned body behind a fogged-up shower door…
Six months ago, we’d signed our marriage certificate. He told me he wanted to give me the perfect wedding.
Now I know… there won’t be a wedding at all.
I picked up the phone and dialed.
“You wanted my shares in Marks Corporation, right?” I said coldly. “I’m signing them over. All of them.”
It was a “gift” he gave me the day he finally won me over—those shares. I told him it was way too much, but he held my hand tight and insisted I sign the papers.
That gentle voice still echoes in my mind like a cruel memory,
“Baby, if you want the stars or the moon, I’ll give them to you. What’s a few shares compared to that?”
I know now—what we had, it was real. But people change. Hearts grow cold. And love? Love is never immortal.
The boy who once held me like I was his whole world—he’s long gone. Swallowed by time.