The truth lingered on the tip of my tongue, my matchmaking prospect. But the words refused to leave.
I shook my head, keeping my face unreadable. “No one. Just a friend.”
My eyes drifted to the cup in his hand, a faint ache stirring in my chest.
“Why… did you suddenly think of using that?” I asked, my voice quiet but firm.
The cup he held wasn’t just any cup; it was part of a pair of Disney couple mugs I’d gifted him long ago for Valentine’s Day. Back then, he claimed to adore them, yet they’d been left untouched, hidden away in the cabinet.
I had once asked him why he never used those mugs.
He laughed softly, wrapping me in his arms from behind.
“You silly girl,” he teased. “We’re saving these for when we get married.”
At that moment, my heart felt wrapped in the sweetness of honey. I thought he was dreaming of a future with me, a future where we’d stand side by side as husband and wife.
But later, an accidental glance at Kaia’s social media shattered that illusion.
It was there I discovered the truth: the one who adored Disney ceramic cups was Kaia. The one Kael had envisioned sipping from those mugs with on their wedding day wasn’t me.