After Eight Years She Left Me At The Altar For Her First Love Novels & Stories

Everyone except her knew that but somehow she managed to break my heart without accepting me first. It's been five good years since I last saw her. Five years since I promised to never see her again and to hate her for shattering my heart. I remember the first time my parents told me about the arranged marriage, I told them I wasn't interested and turned them down. Every time they wanted me to settle down, I reminded them I was still young and I wasn't twenty-five years but she would tell me settling down early wasn't a bad thing.

I said calmly, “and everything is settled, then we’ll talk about the next steps.” Her face lit up instantly. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around me. “I really can’t wait anymore,” she said, pressing her head against my chest. “To finally be yours.” I let out a quiet breath. Because that… was nothing more than a wishful dream. The truth was that…I wasn’t sure about Flora any more. And it was a truth I had not fully admitted to myself until recently. Eight years ago, I would have moved heaven and earth to marry her. She was my first love—my first in everything.

Six years back, Jeff ditched her at the altar for his big dreams abroad, leaving her dad to have a stroke that paralyzed him. She turned to me in her rage, making me her plan B, using me to get over Jeff. I gave up my job for her, looked after her dad for three years until he passed. Only then did I get a break. I spent those six years trying to make her happy, to make her feel she made the right choice with me. I walked on eggshells, always doing what she wanted. However, none of it mattered. I could not compete with the memory of Jeff, her first love.

This was supposed to be my invitation. How did I not know? I looked back at Elliot, who just kept rambling, but I didn't hear a single word. The room was spinning; my head hurt like it had been hit. My chest hurt, constricted as I gasped for air. “I'm so sorry, but I couldn't delay this any longer. I had to tell you, because I love her" I LOVE HER. I LOVE HER. How dare he say that to me?! “Eight years. I gave you eight years of my life, and this is how you repay me?!”

She leaned back and let her tears break free. Five years loving a man who never loved her back. And today—on their fifth anniversary—she finally let him go.

Is she really that in love with me? October 7, 1983 She is getting more and more outrageous. She made me call her baby. Forget it. She loves me so much. I can coax her a little more. October 27, 1983 Baby, I love you too. … The entries stopped for a long while. Until two years later. December 9, 1985 She left. Not even after New Year. She said she lied when she said she loved me. Said I was too poor.

I wrenched myself free from her grip and shoved the invitation page with the bride and groom’s names in front of her. “Do you see it clearly now? It’s right here on the invitation. As I said earlier, I didn’t lie.” One by one, my former classmates fell silent and quickly left under various excuses. Soon, only Harper and I remained in the private room. I saw no point in continuing the argument. I picked up my coat and prepared to leave. Just as I reached the door, she stopped me. Her eyes were red and brimming with pain. “Jayden, why must you marry someone else? We’ve been together for eight years. Couldn’t you wait a little longer? All I wanted was to wait until the company stabilized before

“Maybe not, but it still hurt you, and I’m sorry for that.” “I’m not sorry. Getting to know you… loving you, even from the sidelines… it was worth every bit of it.” She was crying harder now. “Goodbye, Jared. Be happy. Find someone who can love you the way you deserve.” “Goodbye, Lena. Stay safe. Take care of that baby.” The line went dead, she was gone. ---- Eight years of loving her from a distance. and watching her choose everyone but me. Eight years of “almosts.” I pulled out a suitcase. I couldn’t stay in this city anymore, too many memories and pain.

she realized and began deleting every single picture with Kevin in it. He’d swept her off her feet, then broken her heart when she’d caught him a year ago (Jesus had it already been a year?) in their bed in the middle of a younger, big chested blond bimbo. She’d filed for divorce immediately. Ten years of marriage was obliterated in an instant. And twelve months later, it still hurt. Man, I wish I could clear out the memories in my head as easily. That accomplished, she looked around. Now what? Still nothing on television…

She muttered. “We did not meet again until eight years later. She came to look for me and she said she wanted me to do something for her. The first year of our marriage was a fucking sham but I was in love with her and I want to believe she loved me too” I took a deep breath.