Our Story Had Ended Long Ago
For another girl, Lex Hamilton—my fiancé of several years—dumped me in the middle of nowhere and left me to fend for myself.
Three years later, he showed up with her to bring me back.
"It's been three years," he said. "Even a dog would've learned its lesson by now. I did this for your own good. If you don't fix that attitude of yours, don't expect to ever become my wife."
They thought I'd crumble. They thought I'd beg, cling to him, and unload all the pain and humiliation I'd carried for the past three years.
Instead, I smiled.
"Sorry, Mr. Hamilton. I'm already married."
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