I sobbed like the world was ending. It was Ryan, face burning red, who bought pads and awkwardly taught me how to use them.
Growing up, we were inseparable. Two halves of a whole.
At twenty, he confessed his feelings. Being together felt like the most natural thing in the world.
At our graduation ceremony, he proposed.
He asked me to wait three years—just until he'd saved enough for a proper wedding.
I told him I didn't care about material things. He said whatever other girls had, I deserved too.
I waited three years. What I got was him falling in love with someone else.
After graduation, Ryan chose to start his own business. My father gave him every penny of his life savings.
Sandra Henson was an intern at Ryan's company.
She'd clawed her way out of the mountains through sheer grit. Ryan said looking at her was like looking at his younger self.
That was why he'd taken such special care of her.
Right up until the day before the wedding—when I caught them in bed together at our new apartment.
I couldn't believe it. The man who'd sworn he loved me for over a decade had so easily fallen for another woman.
I lost control completely. Screaming. Sobbing. Hysterical.