The Ring in His Pocket, The Bride on His Feed Chapter 2

Sean walked in, looking windblown but triumphant. He was holding a bouquet.

He walked over to me, zero guilt on his face. "Sarah, I brought you Lisianthus. Your favorite."

Lisianthus. It symbolizes unchanging, loyal love.

Held in his hands right now, it looked like a punchline.

I took the flowers. He thought I was fine, so he started his explanation.

"Wendy... she has bone cancer. Her dying wish is to marry me. We grew up together, Sarah. She’s my childhood friend. I couldn't let her die with regrets, so I’m getting engaged to her in three days."

He looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes. "You’ve always been so understanding. You get it, right?"

It wasn't an explanation. It was a notification.

Engaged in three days?

That worked out perfectly. I was leaving in three days anyway.

I nodded quietly.

In the past, Sean hated my "princess tantrums." He said I was needy, always asking if he loved me. Over the years, I learned to be quiet. I learned to endure.

Now, I wasn't screaming. I wasn't asking if he still loved me.

He looked a little surprised by my calm.

"I have to move out tomorrow to live with Wendy," he added, pushing his luck. "You might have to be on your own for a few months. She’s sick, Sarah. She needs me more than you do right now."

I smiled and set the flowers down.

Seeing that I wasn't fighting back, he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

I dodged him, smooth and subtle.

There was a bright red lipstick stain on his collar. The sickly-sweet smell of another woman’s perfume assaulted my nose. I almost gagged.

Rejected, Sean got annoyed. He didn't say anything else, just grabbed a bag and left the apartment again.

The second the door closed, I threw the flowers and the cake into the trash.

Then, I started packing.

I didn't want the flowers. I didn't want Sean. And I didn't want anything to do with this apartment anymore.