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nothing had ever come between us, as though the months of chilly silence, the unanswered calls and messages, t

shook with a combination of shock and anger. "Caleb! Whats this? You are

. We have only a couple of before our wedding day. This

s! Do not preach to me about how I should not make a scene when this is my life

nswer me, but I stopped her. "You keep you

y ears and my palms were getting sweaty. "Caleb! You, what is happening here? Why have you not replied to my calls or my messages?

ed , his hands in his pockets.

you, sending you texts, and you have not responded to any of it! I want

ply. "You broke up with me rememb

that I wanted to concentrate on my education. That's all. I never

up. I moved on. I continued with a girl who was ready to be my wife, not o

ou're just upset. You...we can fix this Caleb, we can fix

a harsh voice broke in. "Ari

my father, standing behind me, hi

d my stepmother, Helena. "You are jealous, bitter... you cannot belie

en like that. Cynical, egotistical... incapable of confronting the truth. He is co

were knives, which cut any dignity I had remaining. My throat was tight, my chest

ation, given any look of understanding. But he merely stood, inexp

owes you everything . Stop turning everything into you! You are here for dinner with your sister's fiancé. I do not give

ing yourself. Jealousy isn't attractive. Quit cli

Aria. You're bitter. You are that girl who will never accept the

ight feeling in my chest, and my heart was throbbing. Never had I been

, disregarding the voice of my father demanding I do not take another step. Each

ed with tears and my heart aching. I lifted m

urry, and I got in, leaning

re I can forget