I Don't Love You Anymore, Please Be A Qualified Ex1
At the singles party, my boyfriend and some friends were drinking and playing games.
He was red-faced and tipsy, holding hands with his first love.
"If I hadn't been late that day, you'd be my wife now."
Everyone turned to me, clearly nervous that I might make a scene.
I smiled warmly, took off my wedding ring, and sincerely said, "Congrats on your upcoming wedding. Here's to two kids in three years and three more in five."
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A month ago, Valentine's Day, was supposed to be the day we tried on wedding dresses.
I arrived at the shop early, waiting for him.
I went over every dress style again and again.
The shop staff whispered among themselves, and a kind employee kept bringing me fresh cups of coffee.
But Jackson Ellis, my fiancé, still didn't show up.
I looked at our conversation, all my messages unanswered, and dialed his number repeatedly.
After what felt like the hundredth try, he finally answered.
"Jackson, is there traffic or something? It's been three hours. Where are you?"
"I'm sorry, Aurora. I forgot. I'm tied up right now. Can we reschedule?"
The background noise was chaotic, not the sound of a meeting.