That moment destroyed me.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t ask questions.
I simply closed the door on both of them—and on everything we had.
After that, I ignored every call and message. From her. From him. From both of them.
And yet, somehow, they still found a way to humiliate me further.
They sent me a wedding invitation.
My father had even written a note: Come. We’ll be waiting.
I don’t know why I went.
But I did.
Now the ceremony was over.
Guests stood up too quickly, eager to escape. Conversations started in hushed, uncomfortable tones. Chloe slipped out through a side door without meeting anyone’s eyes.
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