Back at the apartment we shared. I started packing
Not my stuff–his
Td paid the lease two years in advance, we had a cat and a dog here, and I’ll be damned if I let that woman Jessica benefit from a single inch of this place.
“Lauren, please–I’m begging you. Just give me one more chance, okay?”
Daniel chased me home and literally dropped to his knees.
He even banged his forehead on the floor like we were in some low–budget soap opera.
“You serious right now?”
My voice was ice. I’d never sounded that cold before.
“Lauren, I swear–we didn’t sleep together. I stopped it before it got that far.”
“My body and my heart… they still belong to you.”
“Even when I’m with her, I’m thinking about you. I never gave her my body. You’re the one I want.”
“We’re perfect together, Lauren. No one else makes sense the way we do.”
“You agreed to date me in the first place because you knew we fit, right?”
He wasn’t wrong.
We started dating after just a few casual meetups.
Our parents hit it off, and we got along well enough.
But there was never any real passion.
We’d been together three years and hadn’t even slept together properly–not once.
Even if we got married, we’d just be roommates with rings.
Honestly, I think my heart raced more that day I saw the red–haired guy than it ever did for Daniel.
Maybe Daniel was always just the “logical” choice.
A good partner on paper.
But never a real lover.
Signed Divorce at 3PM. By SPM He Was Bleeding Out Saving “Dont Go”
Maybe I never actually know what love felt like.
While I stood there, dazed. Daniel suddenly pulled out a ring and slipped it onto my finger.
“Lauren, please. Just trust me one last time. I swear, I’ll cut her off for good.”
I knew him too well.
If I didn’t say yes, he’d keep groveling all night like some deranged martyr.
So I played along.
Gave him a half–assed nod.
Then as soon as I could, I threw a few things in a bag…
And moved in with Rachel.
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