I Caught My Girlfriend Proposing to Her InternChapter 1
When Arianne Winston once again chose the intern with nothing more than a scraped elbow after the car accident, leaving me, the one actually injured, completely unattended, something inside me finally shifted.
At that moment, I realized I didn't love her as much anymore.
A little later, I saw the intern flaunting a cheek-to-cheek selfie on her Instagram.
[Meeting you is only the beginning of the story.]
This time, I didn't panic, tremble, or boil with anger.
Instead, I calmly gave the post a like and even commented:
[Next time, take her right profile. She looks even prettier from that side.]
After that, I opened a movie I had saved for ages and watched it with genuine interest.
Right before bed, I noticed dozens of missed calls and texts on my phone.
[Hudson is still young and playful. Don’t take it to heart. I’ll make it up to you for your birthday when I get back tomorrow.]
I didn't reply.
I was still savoring the male lead’s carefree line from the film:
[The world is so big. I want to see it too.]
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The next day, Arianne didn't keep her promise. She didn't come home to celebrate or make up for my birthday.
At this point, I was used to it. Disappointment barely registered anymore.
In fact, when I arrived at the office that morning, I walked straight to HR and handed in my resignation.
Afterward, I booked a plane ticket for an overseas flight scheduled for the following week.
I had always been impulsive and decisive, except when it came to love.
There, I hesitated, second-guessed, and never managed to cleanly let go.
One week later would be our sixth anniversary.
A fitting end, I thought.
Neat and complete.
On the third night, Arianne staggered home drunk. She wobbled in her heels in the entryway for a long moment, clearly waiting for me to come take her bag and bring her slippers, just as I always did.
But I didn't move and just sat on the sofa, typing out travel plans on my laptop.
She looked over at me, shaking her head with a small, amused scoff as she kicked off her heels.
“Still sulking? You’ve been ignoring my messages all day.”
She waved a hand like she was brushing the whole thing aside and stepped farther into the room.
“Alright, alright. See? I’m home now, aren’t I?” She pressed her fingers to her temple with a dramatic groan. “My head is pounding. Go make me that soup you always make when I drink too much.”