- 3.
I went back to the apartment Declan and I
shared.
It was a rundown place, but I’d made it cozy.
I’d put up wallpaper bought soft microfiber
I’d put up wallpaper, bought soft microfiber
sheets for the bed.
There was a bowl of big, fresh strawberries
on the table, washed and ready.
I’d bought them this morning, wanting to
make our anniversary unforgettable.
But now, he didn’t want me anymore.
Despair and a fresh wave of pain washed
over me.
CRASH!
I swept the strawberries off the table.
Clutching my head, I broke down, sobbing
uncontrollably.
Г
I cried until I could barely breathe, until my
chest ached.
Seven years together, and he’d had someone
else in his heart the whole time.
Seven years, and he never once talked about
having kids with me.
But he got Noelle pregnant.
No wonder he always came home so late
from the hospital.
No wonder he always claimed he had a low
sex drive.
If I’d just paid closer attention, I would have
seen the lies.
Г
My phone buzzed. A text from a friend.
[Sierra, what’s up with your boyfriend? He
just posted pictures with some other girl on
his feed.]
My heart seized. I opened Declan’s social
media.
He’d posted a photo of himself and Noelle.
The background was a new house, one that
looked disturbingly familiar.
The caption read: [Seven years I’ve been
preparing this for you. This home is for you.]
My phone slipped from my hand and clattered
to the floor.
Г
My mind went completely blank, just a roaring in my ears.
Declan was going to use our new house, the
one we were supposed to move into, for
Noelle.
And he said he’d been preparing it for her all
along.
I clapped a hand over my mouth, the sobs
racking my body.
My heart ached so much.
I thought he was my forever, but it was all a
lie.
