Keep Moving Forward, Leave The Past Behind
Language: en
On our eighth anniversary, Lauren claimed she was working late. An hour later, I saw her live-streaming a wedding. Radiant in red, she exchanged vows with my mother’s illegitimate son on a lavish altar. "Wesley is my forever," she told the camera. I stormed the venue, but she met me with cold indifference. "He has depression. It’s just a therapeutic ceremony," she sighed. I choked out that his father had driven mine to suicide. She sneered, calling me selfish and accusing me of weaponizing grief. Shattered, I climbed to the roof’s edge. Just as I teetered, my phone rang with a video call…