His Fake Ring Has My Initials
Language: en
My breakup with Aaron Lockhart was far too polite. It was civilized. Dignified. Which is probably why it took until the second year after we parted ways for me to finally admit the truth to myself: Aaron had never loved me. His split from his new flame, however, was a spectacular, tabloid-worthy disaster. Even my Nana, who usually paid absolutely no attention to society gossip, was utterly captivated by the drama playing out on our small television. It was nothing like our quiet end. No screams, no broken plates. For Aaron and me, it had been a single, soft "goodbye," and…