It's Time to Let Go
"Yvonne, don't be like this. I only treated her as your substitute. Now that you're back, we can get married immediately, okay?"
The tears I had been holding back finally fell, landing right on the word "substitute". My heart felt like it had shattered into pieces right then.
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Charles slept until noon the next day, still hungover.
When he opened his eyes, he saw me bustling around, cleaning the room. Under his breath, he muttered, "Always wasting time on useless things."
Then, he got out of bed to help me, only to see the matching mugs in the trash bin. He paused.