Tessa stood nearby, her smile like that of a triumphant queen. She dipped her head slightly, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Leah, thank you. Your blessing makes me so much happier."
But Elliot, his voice thick with disdain, sneered. "Tessa, why are you thanking her? This is what she owes you."
They forced me into a seat, making me a spectator to their twisted wedding ceremony.
Though I had already made up my mind to end everything with Elliot, the sting of humiliation still made tears well up in my eyes.
I overheard one of his friends whispering to him, "Elliot, isn’t this a bit much for Leah?"
Elliot’s response was cold, dismissive. "It’s fine. Leah loves me. I’ll explain it to her later."
Of course, he knew how deep my love ran.
That’s why he had no qualms about repeatedly shattering me.
But what he failed to realize was that my love for him had dried up and faded into nothing.
On stage, they exchanged rings and shared a kiss, a scene that felt like acid to my soul.
I stared at them, numb, only realizing too late when my tears had fallen and mingled with the bitter taste in my mouth.