She Chose Him Again
Language: en
In the eighth year of being with Lydia, she finally agreed to marry me—only to back out again, just like every time before. She held the empty ring box in her hands, her fingers pausing for a brief moment before she offered an unhurried explanation. "Mason threw a tantrum yesterday because he wanted a toy. I handed it to him without thinking and forgot to ask for it back." She reached out and ruffled my hair, her tone gentle, as if she were coaxing me. "Next time, we'll definitely go through with the wedding." I took a deep breath, forcing down the bitterness in my chest. "Do you really…