Once Upon a Marriage
i muttered, clinking my glass to his in a bitter toast.
“Is that so?” He chuckled, his gaze soft and unintrusive.
“Not... not all, maybe,” i admitted reluctantly. “But the kind I keep meeting? Yeah. Definitely trash.” I laughed, though there was no humor in my voice.
I had been talking too much, I know, but it was as if once I start, there is no stopping.
“Seven years of marriage,” i continued, shaking my head, “Gone in an instant, and for what? A spark with an old lover, my stepsister!” I looked away, focusing on the golden lights. “Turns out I was... disposable.”
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