A woman has spent her life being chosen second while the man she loves keeps returning to someone else. When he makes the same choice once more, she finally decides to put herself first and walk away. Her journey becomes one of reclaiming her own worth and discovering what love looks like when she stops waiting to be picked.
That day, he came back smelling faintly of sweet perfume. The scent always made my head ache. It was Syrah's perfume. After that, I started smelling it on Kale all the time.
Sorry, bub. I got busy and forgot. One apology, and he acted like that settled everything. On our anniversary, I watched the dinner I'd made go cold, then reheated it again. All I got was a call from Kale, breathing hard on the other end.
I could faintly hear Sierra laughing in the background. Babe, don't wait up tonight. The new place just opened. I need to show the new girl I was always making excuses for him, telling myself he was busy and that he had no choice. It wasn't until today that I finally saw the truth, but it was already too late.
The memories vanish, snapping me back to the present. By the time I get back from the cemetery, it's already night. Kale has friends over. When he sees me come in, he grabs a drink and walks right past me.
I follow him, wanting to ask why he never came to the cemetery, but he ignores me. He heads straight to the balcony and clicks glasses with Wes. I hear every word they say. You really think it's okay not to visit Vila's parents' graves today?
It's fine. I told Sarah this is our last fling before the wedding. Tonight, I'm all hers.