His love never came, but my disappointment did.
Since that day, Nolan hasn’t come to find me, probably thinking I’d eventually give in.
But I’ve been going about my life as if he never existed.
Until a college classmate privately messaged me about a reunion on Saturday.
I initially wanted to decline to avoid Nolan, but then I thought, I did nothing wrong. Why shouldn’t I face him confidently?
At the reunion, we had a great time chatting.
Halfway through the meal, Nolan arrived late, with Eloise dressed to the nines following him.
Nolan wore a casual outfit, exuding an air of elegance, while Eloise donned a black Chanel–style dress, her hair elegantly up, exposing her graceful neck. Walking in hand–in–hand, they immediately caught our classmates‘ attention, drawing cheers and jokes.
“Wow, Nolan, after all these years, you two are still together.”
“It’s destiny. True love never misses.“”
I just smiled quietly at the teasing.
Yes, no one knew Nolan and I were once married.
we
Nolan didn’t want a wedding, and his mom didn’t support it, so social media, and I never appeared on his profile for any anniversary.
His profile always featured a cat, with updates only about scenery.
Except for those close to us, no one knew we were ever together.
just got the marriage certificate. We didn’t post anything on
Nolan’s gaze scanned the room, greeting classmates with a smile, but when he saw me, his face showed a mocking smile.
I pretended not to notice, sipping tea.
This indifference darkened Nolan’s expression, and he sat down next to Eloise.
“Eloise, why are you back? I heard you were doing well abroad. Did you give up your career for Nolan?”
She didn’t deny it, “Eventually, leaves return to their roots. It’s time to settle down.”
She smiled suggestively, and Nolan affectionately served her food, their intimacy drawing admiration from classmates.
“Nolan is lucky. Eloise is not only beautiful but a modern, independent woman.”
“But speaking of beauty, Phoebe was also popular back in school. In a poll for class beauty, she only lost to Eloise by one vote.”
Suddenly, the topic shifted to me.
I was about to make a modest remark when Nolan unexpectedly spoke, with his usual sarcasm and disdain, “Some people are just pretty but brainless. After being a housewife for so many years, how can they compare to Eloise?”
Many classmates sensed his contempt and awkwardly stayed silent.
Eloise and I were equally qualified. For Nolan, I turned down several offers from domestic airlines, only to be called pretty but brainless.
Eloise crossed her arms, enjoying the show.
I drank my tea expressionlessly, “Yeah, my mistake for marrying a jerk. I turned down every opportunity to care for him. Looking back, it was foolish.”
“Cutting losses is crucial.”
I stared into Nolan’s eyes, his teasing gaze turning flustered, then he looked away, as if guilty.
Many women returned to family life post–marriage, and my words resonated with them, drawing empathy, “A jerk like him won’t be happy with anyone. Losing you is his loss.”
“Some men are like that. If you’re independent, they say you’re domineering. If you stay home, they call you a nagging wife.”
The conversation naturally shifted to family matters.
Amidst the candlelit chatter, Nolan’s gaze for the first time showed confusion.
