Three Years for a Lifetime
Language: en
At a high school reunion, my ex-boyfriend held his fiancée and announced their engagement. I snapped a photo and texted it to his mother. “They look like a perfect match. Congratulations on getting exactly what you wanted.” Just as I was about to hit send, my wrist was gripped viciously. “Oh? Still keeping in touch with my mother?” He glared at me, his face dark and menacing. “What, haven't squeezed enough money out of her yet?” The room went dead silent. I looked up at him, my face draining of color. I didn't even notice when the music stopped. I had become the center of everyone's attention.