I Stopped Loving Him
At 20, I became known for two things.
First, I weighed over 200 pounds, yet I still ended up dating Christian Fairmont, the coldest and most unattainable man in our circle.
Second, I turned down Christian's proposal, changed my name, left the country, and became the one woman no one dared mention around him—the forbidden, unattainable love he could never let go.
For the next five years, Christian shut himself away in a church and refused to see anyone.
Just when everyone thought he was about to become a priest, he suddenly announced his engagement.
He made such a spectacle of it that even I heard about it all the way in Goldridge. That alone showed how much he valued his bride-to-be.
I booked the first flight home that same night.
Everyone who saw me reacted the same way. First, they stared at how completely I had changed, how much weight I had lost, how I looked like a different person. Then they sighed.
"Juliana, you came back too late."
Even Christian looked at me with cold, distant eyes. "When you walked away and left me behind, did you ever think that five years later, you'd regret it?"
Regret? I shook my head. "I don't regret it."
I was already married and had a child.