My fate was uncertain, but Max believed Rebecca's every word.
It was laughable.
I realized that Max probably had never trusted me.
I met Max in college.
After dating for three years, I discovered he had a childhood sweetheart, Rebecca Cox.
Even though we were already discussing marriage, he became hesitant once Rebecca returned to the country.
The once loving Max Read changed.
I watched helplessly as he gravitated toward Rebecca, unable to do anything about it. This led to numerous arguments and a cold war between us.
But he grew irritated, saying, "Violet, can you stop acting like a madwoman? It only makes me regret spending my life with you even more!
"I warn you, stop fantasizing about me and Rebecca. I see her as a sister!"
Yet, he would share a straw with his "sister," sleep in the same bed, and even kiss her openly. He did everything couples would do but criticized me for being delusional.
One midnight, I overheard Max talking to Rebecca on the phone from the balcony. Rebecca was crying.
"Max, are we really going to end like this? I don't want to lose you…"
Max frowned in pain. "Rebecca, stop crying. It hurts me to see you like this."
"If I hadn't left, would you…"