A Promise We Couldn't Keep
My flight was suddenly canceled, so I dragged my suitcase back home.
As soon as I stepped inside, I saw torn black stockings scattered on the floor.
This was the eighth time Simon Jones had brought a different woman home.
The sound of running water and a young woman’s laughter echoed from the bathroom.
I didn’t cry or make a scene.
Instead, I sat quietly on the couch, waiting for them to finish.
Everyone assumed I would continue being Simon’s devoted fool like before.
But no one knew that the man I truly loved had returned.
After tonight, Simon, the stand-in, would be discarded.
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