ManyWriters

I ended my relationship with my former partner during his financial struggles. Upon my return, I found he had a new companion. During the toughest period of my boyfriend's life, I chose to terminate our relationship. Subsequently, he achieved great success and made significant efforts to marry me. People claimed I was his perfect match, his most cherished spouse. However, he eventually began bringing various women home nightly, shattering my heart and turning me into a subject of ridicule among our acquaintances. Still, I never shed tears or created a commotion. I remained silently in the study, never meddling in

A Countdown of Heartbreak

I purchased a baked yam and climbed into her compact vehicle. She's a stickler for cleanliness and typically forbids eating in her car. However, I exploited my illness, consuming my food enthusiastically and scattering bits on the seat. Phoebe clenched her jaw, feigning ignorance.


I guided her to an upscale wedding boutique. Her nuptials are scheduled for springtime, but I likely won't survive to witness them. I longed to see her don a bridal gown. She didn't question my choice of destination; she simply accompanied me inside with moist eyes.


We share an unbreakable bond; our connection runs deep. I selected a sleeveless silk wedding dress for Phoebe. As she tried it on, I chose a gown for myself as a hypothetical bridesmaid. After changing, I squeezed into her changing room to capture a photo together, as if I could still attend her wedding.


Chapter 13