Wife for a year, mine forever
I remembered the way he kissed me under the rain one evening when we were too broke to take a cab, how he bought me cheap bracelets and swore they were more precious than diamonds, how he held me through nights when life felt unbearable.
Those memories had once been my anchor. Now they were knives, each one cutting deeper than the last.
My breath hitched, shaky and uneven. I stumbled to a bench by the roadside, clutching my bag to my chest like it was the only thing tethering me to reality.
Tears spilled freely, hot and bitter, smearing the makeup I had carefully applied that morning.
“How could you, Nathan…” I whispered into my palms, the words breaking apart in sobs. “How could you do this
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