I woke up feeling hungry, which motivated me to get out of bed. However, I quickly realized that Zack wasn't next to me. Looking around, I noticed that it was already 6 in the morning. I thought Zack might have left for work, although he usually said goodbye before going. Lost in my thoughts, I got up, put on my robe, and left the room. Yet, Zack wasn't in sight. I headed straight to the kitchen to make some milk, but I felt restless. I really wanted to see Zack. I sat down in the dining room, and the phone started ringing repeatedly. I grabbed the cordless phone.I was at a loss for words."Hello?" I tried to speak, but nothing came out."Good day, sir. We regret to inform you that we've canceled all the arrangements for your wedding. We hope you might reconsider. Ma'am Monic doesn't know about this yet, but we plan to explain everything soon. Have a good day, sir. Thank you." I was completely shocked by what I heard.What?The wedding plans were canceled?I thought about it, remembe

It had been a full week, an entire week of his consistent indifference towards me. He had ceased bringing other women home, though he was now returning in the early hours of the morning. Here I was, in the role of his caretaker, a role I had surprisingly grown accustomed to. During one of my cleaning sessions in his room while he occupied the bathroom, something tumbled out from his coat. It rolled, catching my attention. Retrieving it, I swiftly returned the coat to its place, just as he emerged from the bathroom, unfazed by his undressing before me. After he left, I perched on the edge of the bed and examined the object closely. A small box revealed a plain silver gold white ring. Cradling it in my hand, I realized it fit perfectly. A fleeting smile graced my lips, but it quickly faded, replaced by unease as I glanced at my hand. "Who is he planning to propose to?" A pang of emotions tightened within me. We hadn't even reached the stage of discussing a proposal, making such a notio

I'm at the supermarket, craving some fruit. As I stand in front of the apple stall, ready to make a selection, a feminine hand catches my attention. I hesitated and withdrew my hand, turning away when she spoke. "Are you Zack's ex or something?" Her question stops me in my tracks. It's her, the girl I saw in the parking lot when Zack proposed. She's the one. There's a certain ethereal quality about her; her fair skin and beauty make me feel slightly inadequate. It's no wonder Zack chose her over us. "Hello?" I meet her gaze and then glance away. "I need to go," I mumble and start walking. She seems persistent, following me. "Hey, wait," she says, grabbing my arm. She's so beautiful; her accent is American. I feel like pinching her. "I'm asking you," she continues. "Yes is my answer. If you don't mind, I need to leave. I don't want any trouble with you. We're over, and I'm not desperate to win him back from you. I've seen enough. He chose you, and you're going to be his wife. I'm