st. It was supposed to be a celebration, a moment of joy, promises made, and futures built

- soft, white, and elegant. It hugged my body perfectly, and when I looked in the mirror, I almost

nstantly brimming with genuine emotion, made me believe that all we experienced together was authentic. No

ould say. Would he kneel? Would he whisper something sweet? Would I cry with joy? I couldn't help but smile at the tho

in gentle shades of gold and white, with blossoms suspended in each corner. The ambiance was ideal a

was the crowd, perhaps it was the looks people were casting my way, but I couldn't rid myself of the feeling that something felt

coming from a closed door. I recognized the voice as Marcus', Jack's friend, and a few others from Jack's circle. They were laug

t," Marcus said, his voice low but clear. "Y

ow is this possible? Jack loves me, why would he call it off? Did I do somethin

to continue

mi

en fun to watch him squirm, though. I mean, he was really into her for a while

? Wha

them enjoying themselves. "Exactly. It was just a challenge. Get her to fall for him, make he

ing in a fog of uncertainty and shock. This can't possibly be true. Jack-my Jack-wasn't the person they were discussing

lf, but everything around me started to blur. I needed air. I needed to get out of ther

e's already so caught up in it. She thinks he's the one.

rembling with shock. All of this-the love, the trust, the

d been t

But I couldn't move. My legs were like lead, frozen in place by the cru

uieter now. "She's going to be crushed. She's already head over hee

turned, stumbling away from the door, not caring about anything ex

y breathing. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't believe it. I wou

ust a be

like I was the only person in the world. How could he have done this to me? How could he h

ld back any longer. I felt like a fool. Like I had willingly walked i

let it be. I needed to confront him. I

last. I wasn't going to let Jack get away with this. Not without facing the truth, no

jazz music filled the air, and the atmosphere seemed so starkly different from what I was

gether like everything was f

was going to make

rembling. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I cou

he asked, his voice soft

weight of everything pressing down on me. And th

bout the