After finishing breakfast, the robot beeped with a reminder about my schedule. I suddenly remembered—today was the day to visit the wedding planning company to choose the wedding dress and finalize the venue decor.
Ethan had likely forgotten.
I turned off the reminder and began to return the items for decorating the wedding house, packing up what had already been bought, and arranging for returns. Items that couldn’t be returned had to be reluctantly discarded.
Two hours later, I packed away every item of mine from this house, as if I was packing away my love for Ethan. The apartment, now stripped of my presence, felt devoid of the life I had lived here.
Just as I was about to burn a beautifully crafted photo album, Ethan’s call came through.
“Samantha, you forgot to remind me about the wedding dress and venue. How could you?”
“I forgot too,” I replied.
There was a long silence on the other end, and then he urged me to hurry downstairs. He was waiting for me in the car.
When I finally descended and saw him in the car with Lily, my heart sank. She was sitting in the front seat, greeting me with a bright, seemingly natural smile.