Love Ends in the Rain
Language: en
Isabelle Ridley and I grew up inseparable. The day we turned eighteen, our families announced our engagement. From then on, I counted the days. But Isabelle saw it as a cage. "Most people get to fall in love a few times," she once said bitterly. "Why am I stuck with you, from cradle to grave?" She shrugged, adding, "You should date around too, Noah." She lived by her words. In the year after our engagement, Isabelle cycled through seven boyfriends. With each one, I calmly said it was fine, telling myself she’d get it out of her system and return to me eventually. Then came the eighth. She…