, just to have something to do other than stare at the door. My finger accidentally tapped on a

en I s

ed a new photo, no

head resting on his shoulder, was Chloe. She was asleep, her face peaceful, her hair fanned ou

"Some things are worth fighting fo

wanted the world to se

it was a calculated, public humiliation. They weren't at a hospital tendin

the photo. My own finger had done it, a clumsy, accidental tap in my shock. The thought

new notification popped up on

m M

With a sense of d

text. Just a

tangled in the white hotel sheets. The wedding dress she was supposed to be wearing was dr

, rubbing my face in the depth of their deception. This wasn

e against the wall was immense, but I fought it. I need

ile. He answered almost immediate

at do I owe

demanded, my voic

now, the one right next to the general hospital. It' s so much more comfortab

, a smug,

k, you know that?" I said,

, I know how to take what I want. Chloe was never going to be happy with someone as boring and

u mean lie to her

"The point is, she's with me now. In this bed. She chose me.

up of Chloe's hand, her fingers intertwined with his. My great-grandmother' s engage

sed into a cold, empty void. There was nothing left to fight for, nothing left to feel

aid, my voice devoid of all

e. I didn't smash

r. I didn't pack a bag. I didn't take a single thing. The house, the memori

hout looking back, the "Just Married" banner flapping in