I Left The Jester For The King

: I miss your

urner phone I found in my fiancé's ja

ily, treated me like a fragile glass doll. He claimed he

e told a dif

d found three ye

Camilla, a girl from high schoo

ld. He complained that I was

saw the

ink diamond engagement rings.

loom jade bracelet-a piece of history meant

he chair," he texted her.

am. I realized I wasn't a p

e too easy. Leaving

going to cancel the wedding. I was going to broadcast his rui

and dialed the one number

d the deep voice

u are agreeing to, Gian

said, looking at t

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old copper on my tongue. I forced them out into the secured lin

what you are agr

p, a low rumble that vibrated in t

my father had called a butcher. The man who had been

my penthouse. The New York skyline glittered back at me, indifferent to the fact th

Enzo replied. His tone wasn't threatening; it was a promise. "If I

, toneless thing. "But know this, Enzo.

could almost hear him smiling, a p

e warned, his voice lowered, the resonance of it a physical wei

ne wen

fear of Enzo, but from the sheer adrenaline of burning d

was lighting up. A thread titled The Union of the Century had thousands of comments specu

rfect together,

in heaven,

unded foreign to my own ears, a brittl

av

nd opened the drawer of my desk. Inside lay a

d it three

I had reached for it, thinking it was his business phone, intending to

: I miss you

of my own blood. Franco, the man who treated me like a fragile glass doll, the man who c

e-shockingly, it had no

ing. It was a

harity case I had befriended because no one else would talk to her. T

s, reading three years of be

t first, Franco was dismissive. Then,

d, he wrote. She acts like a princess. She

de me decide to burn it al

lla. In another life, I'd make you my Qu

a stepping stone. I was the ladder he was climb

w, weighing it in my hand. It f

victims did. I would let him walk me all the way to the altar, and then I

. We didn't get

d slammed it shut. The sound was a deadene

Siren. I was about to