Then she came back… and shattered me all over again.
I remember the knock on my door the day she returned.
When I opened it, Chloe stood there—holding my father’s arm.
“I’m getting married,” my father said casually, patting her hand like this was all normal. “You should wish us well.”
I stared at them, unable to process what I was hearing. “What are you talking about?”
Chloe didn’t hesitate. “I’m ending our engagement. I’m marrying Arthur. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
That was it.
No explanation. No emotion. Just a decision.
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