The Sixth Goodbye
I had broken up with Lorenzo five times, and Gianna had always been the reason.
Lorenzo had used our wedding fund to buy Gianna a penthouse in Tribeca.
Each time I made up my mind to leave him, he would break down in tears and beg for another chance, promising that it would never happen again.
Staring into his love-struck eyes, I always gave him another chance.
Today was the day I would pick out my wedding dress and set our wedding date.
I waited in the bridal shop from noon until dark, but Lorenzo was nowhere to be found.
At ten that night, his friend, Marco, called me.
“Naomi, Lorenzo’s in the emergency room. Come quickly–”
I cut him off. “Is it because of Gianna again?”
Marco stammered an explanation, but exhaustion washed over me.
I closed my eyes before uttering in a flat tone, “I won’t be there. Tell him that it’s over between us.”