When Love Falls Into Sorrow
Before we ended the call, Julia asked skeptically, "Can you really stand to leave him?"
I could not help but laugh—a dry, hollow sound.
Love him? I had fallen out of love with Charles ages ago. He was nothing but an object of my loathing.
There were countless nights I fantasized about giving him a taste of his own medicine. However, patience was key.
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The wedding of the century was a spectacle for the whole city, broadcasted for all to see.
Freed from my gilded cage, I made a beeline for the train station. Settled in a quiet corner, I watched the ceremony unfold on my phone.