The Day I Proposed and Walked Away
Her love for pink meant the Dior bag he'd bought for my birthday ended up as her reward for passing her finals.
Her fear of thunder had him racing to her side in the middle of the night, leaving me alone in our bed.
Once, at my grandfather's funeral, there were no flights available. He grew anxious when Cheryl called him crying.
Milton snapped at me. "Can't he pick a better day to die?"
He'd promised me eternal, unconditional devotion when we were teens. But by 26, when he met 18-year-old Cheryl, that devotion had a new address.
In my last life, jealousy consumed me, leading to my ruin.
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