Just then, a familiar voice drifted in from outside:
"Baby, I'm home! I brought you that mango mousse you love."
Stacy's eyes lit up instantly. She bounced toward the door like an eager puppy and threw herself at Miles, clinging to him like a koala.
I stood frozen, a bitter ache spreading from my chest to my throat.
Back when Miles and I were together, I'd wanted to hold his hand. Even when no one was around, he'd subtly pull away, frowning. "We need to maintain appearances."
But with Stacy? He let her hang all over him without a flicker of impatience.
I let out a self-deprecating laugh. So this was the difference between loving someone and not.
"Why are you so good to me?" Stacy cooed, pawing at his cheek.
Miles leaned down, touching his nose to hers. His voice dripped with affection. "You're my future wife. Of course I'm good to you."
The next second, his gaze swept into the room. The moment our eyes met, the smile on his face froze.
Stacy noticed something was off. She followed his line of sight and turned to look at me.
"Oh no, why didn't you warn me? There's someone else here!" She swatted his arm playfully. "Put me down!"
Miles finally set her down.