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His face went blank, his body stiffening. He grabbed my hand, his voice tight with anger. “No, we’re not!” I met his gaze, my lips pressed together. “No! We’re getting married! You’re breaking up with me over a few texts? Over nothing? Why?!” He was like a cornered animal, snarling and desperate. I looked at him with a kind of gentle mockery. “Yeah, why?” I echoed. Why? Because you’re still in love with someone else while pretending to be in love with me. Because you were thinking about her while we were picking out our wedding dress.
We stood in silence for a long moment. “Lily…” he said finally, his face etched with exhaustion. “Don’t be like this.” Be like this? To him, this, my heartbreak, was just me being difficult. I clutched my shirt, feeling a sharp pang in my chest. Just then, his phone buzzed again.
Nina: “Matt, I’m at the airport. Can you pick me up?”
I stared at the words, feeling a dull ache spread through me. “Don’t go,” I whispered, tugging on his sleeve. But his eyes had lit up at the message. He frowned at me. “Lily, she’s a girl, alone at the airport.” His dark eyes bored into mine. He pulled away, grabbed a jacket, and walked out. My heart ripped open as he let go of my hand. I sat there, numb, feeling like a discarded doll. At the door, he paused. “Get some rest, Lily,” he said, and then he was gone. He wasn’t back by nine the
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next morning. Then I saw his friend Mark’s post on social media: “Welcome back, gorgeous!” The picture showed a pretty girl with long, curly hair beaming next to Matt, his arm around her, his face full of adoration. I knew I had to leave.
