Our Love's Final BreakdownChapter 1
After dropping hints to Roland for the 99th time, I finally found an exquisite ring box in his coat pocket.
Seeing the joyous expression on my face, he was taken aback. "I haven't had a chance to tell you, if you're free this weekend, let's have dinner with your parents!"
I thought this was the prelude to a proposal.
That weekend, I invited my parents and a few friends and I dressed up, wanting to be at my best for one of the most important moments of my life. But he never showed up, even when the restaurant closed.
His first love updated her status on social media, "Willful princess and her devoted prince."
The picture showed two hands, fingers intertwined, wearing matching rings. At that moment, I was neither angry nor sad, just exhausted.
Our love ended here.
When I found the ring box in his pocket, my heart pounded like a war drum. The sadness and grievance I had just felt were instantly replaced with the clear skies of summer.
Roland's gaze shifted from the ring box in my hand to my now radiant face. He finally said the words I had longed to hear.
I thought that our seven-year love was finally reaching its happy ending. Counting the days felt especially long and I was so excited that I lost sleep every night.
On the day of my dream, I put on a custom-made dress and spent a long time crafting an exquisite look. Dad, Mom and my friends all teased me, saying that they had never seen someone so eager to get married.
I wasn’t eager to marry anyone. I just wanted to marry Roland and give our years of love a happy ending. But things didn’t go as planned. By the time the restaurant closed, Roland still hadn’t shown up or even called.
As expected, the other shoe finally dropped after a day of anxious waiting.
This was the countless times he left me for Lysandra. On my birthday, he went to buy medicine for Lysandra’s menstrual cramps. On our anniversary, he brought Lysandra home, claiming her toilet was blocked and she couldn’t stay there. Even when I had acute gastroenteritis, he first went to take Lysandra’s dog to the vet.
Time and again, I felt like I had become exceptionally patient and enduring, but in reality, I was just unwilling to give up the seven years and youth we had shared.
After coaxing my angry parents away and watching the pouring rain outside, I finally decided to let go with a sense of relief.