“What?” His eyes round in surprise.
“The woman you cheated on me with, who is she?”
“Lark, come on.” He laughs nervously. “Surely, you don’t want to know that.”
“Oh, I very much do.” I plant my fists on my hips. “It’s the least you owe me, after breaking off the wedding at the last minute.”
He sighs, then throws up his hands. “If you must know, it’s Tiffany.”
I reel back. "T…Tiffany? My bridesmaid, Tiffany?"
He nods.
Oh shit.
"It…just happened. It wasn’t intentional," he mumbles.
What the hell? That’s his excuse?“So, your penis accidentally fell into her vagina?” I huff.
He reddens. “Lark, come on, don’t be a bitch about it.”
“I’m being a bitch?” I gape at him. "How did I become the villain in this piece? You’re the one cheating on me.”
“And that’s why I’m breaking up with you. I didn’t think it would be fair to go through with the wedding since… You know…” He shrugs.
“Well, thank you so much for being so considerate.” I rub at my forehead.
A headache begins to drum behind my eyes.
"How…how long?" I finally ask. I’m not sure why I want to know, but something pushes me to find out.
He looks at the door leading out of my office, then sighs again. "Six months," he blurts out.
"Six.Months?"My head spins. "Right after you proposed to me?"
How could I not have known? How could I have missed the signs? Am I such a loser that I couldn’t see that my own fiancé was cheating on me?
“How could you do this to me?” I whisper.
“How can you say that, whenyounever wanted to sleep with me,” he says in an accusing tone.
I recoil.
“It’s why I had to look elsewhere to satisfy my needs.”
I gape at him. I can’t believe he’s blamingmefor his having cheated on me. I try to speak, but I’m so shocked, the words don’t materialize.
He sets his jaw. "I felt constrained. Like I had a noose around my neck. I needed to reclaim my freedom."
I finally find my voice. "Freedom? You wanted to reclaim your freedom?" I shake my head. "You're the one who proposed to me! I'm not the one who suggested we get married!" I feel myself growing hysterical. "No wonder you weren’t involved in the wedding preparations. And began to travel even more. And didn’t keep in touch. I kept making excuses for you. Thinking it was work."
"Itwaswork. All those business trips were real. I closed a real estate deal. One that's going to net me a great bonus."
I set my jaw. "You waited until the last minute before you decided to call off the wedding.”
It’s only two weeks to the wedding.
My heart sinks as the repercussions dawn on me.
