Over the years, his company took off, and he never talked about moving out. When I asked him about it, he'd just grin and suggest something.
"Babe, we've made memories here. Why don’t we make this our forever home, hmm?"
I thought he was saving his money for something important related to his business.
That’s till I found out Josie came back to the States, had nowhere to stay, and my generous fiancé actually bought his "friend" a beach house!
It was worth 10 times this place!
Since I’m leaving, thought I might as well sell what’s mine.
The place is in a prime spot, so it didn't take long for interested buyers to reach out. Later, I made a big dinner, waiting for Peter to come home.
Figured it was time to put it all out there, give a proper goodbye, and end these eight years right.
But as soon as he sat down and I was about to speak, his phone rang.
"Peter! I'm in so much... so much pain!"
"Please, can you take me to the hospital?"
In an instant, Peter panicked, grabbing his coat and running to the garage.
"Babe, Josie fell and hurt her belly! It could be serious! I need to check on her now!"
I just sat there for a second then laughed at myself bitterly.