For a week, I thought she’d run off and left me.
Then she came back and broke my heart all over again.
She disappeared one day.
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The day she returned, I heard a knock on the door.
When I answered it, there she stood, arm-in-arm with my father.
“I’m getting married,” my father announced, patting Chloe’s hand. “Aren’t you going to wish us happiness?”
I stared at them, dumfounded. “What do you mean?”
“I’m breaking off the engagement,” Chloe said. “I’m marrying Arthur. Don’t make a scene. I’ve already made up my mind.”
“Aren’t you going to wish us happiness?”My world ended that day.
I stared at them a few minutes longer, then shut the door in their faces.
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