Once, I was late to work and had to rush out of the house

charm. He even brought her to the same restaurant where he took me for my birthday.

She dumped him that day.

We messaged a little after that, not as rivals, but as survivors. She was kind. She even joked, “At least we didn’t marry him.” I laughed harder than I had in weeks.

The story could’ve ended there. But it didn’t.

Three months later, I was at a bookstore continue reading …