Too Bad I Was Him
My parents set me up on a marriage match—and it turned out to be my girlfriend, Chloe.
I was hyped. I went straight to the luxury boutique where she worked, ready to tell her.
Then I stopped outside the VIP room.
"Chloe, if you're dumping him, just do it. Why fake cancer? You're putting bad juju on yourself."
"What do you know? A dead ex sticks forever. Next week, I'm getting engaged to a Remington. Having an ex like me? That's his win."
Inside, her friends hyped her up. Laughter all around.
I just stood there, cold spreading through me.
Three years. A joke to her.
She was trading up—and still playing me one last time.
I clenched my jaw and called my mom.
"Mom, cancel the engagement... No rush. I'll handle it myself."