I Don't Love You Anymore, Please Be A Qualified Ex1

At the singles party, my boyfriend and some friends were drinking and playing games.

He was red-faced and tipsy, holding hands with his first love.

"If I hadn't been late that day, you'd be my wife now."

Everyone turned to me, clearly nervous that I might make a scene.

I smiled warmly, took off my wedding ring, and sincerely said, "Congrats on your upcoming wedding. Here's to two kids in three years and three more in five."

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A month ago, Valentine's Day, was supposed to be the day we tried on wedding dresses.

I arrived at the shop early, waiting for him.

I went over every dress style again and again.

The shop staff whispered among themselves, and a kind employee kept bringing me fresh cups of coffee.

But Jackson Ellis, my fiancé, still didn't show up.

I looked at our conversation, all my messages unanswered, and dialed his number repeatedly.

After what felt like the hundredth try, he finally answered.

"Jackson, is there traffic or something? It's been three hours. Where are you?"

"I'm sorry, Aurora. I forgot. I'm tied up right now. Can we reschedule?"

The background noise was chaotic, not the sound of a meeting.

I turned away and said quietly, "You did this last time, too. Today was your dedicated time. You're telling me you forgot?"

"I'm really sorry, Aurora. I'm just busy right now. I'll call you later…"

Then I heard a woman's voice on the line.

"Jackson, how does this dress look?"

"You…"

Before I could ask anything else, the call ended.

I recognized the voice. It was Rebecca Joyce's, his first love.

I checked Rebecca's social media and, sure enough, she'd posted a photo an hour ago. In it, she was playfully posing in front of a mirror, linked arm-in-arm with a man.

[Shopping with someone to carry my bags. Life is so sweet.]

Ugh, it's her again.

I turned off my phone, ignoring the contents.

Surprisingly, I wasn't even upset. It was all too predictable.

Of course, it was her.

No one but Rebecca could make Jackson miss an appointment.

Jackson is usually so punctual, disciplined, and hates it when his plans are disrupted.

But not when it comes to her.

I've lost count of how many times we've argued because of his broken promises, all of them related to her.

Once, on her birthday, he even gave her my wedding ring.

He said she liked it and told me not to make a fuss, promising to get me a bigger one.