Eight Years To Forever

, though our shared life felt built on shifting sand. He consta

ire pendant. My stomach plummeted as he publicly presented "my" heirloom

hile asserting Chloe "needed him." Post-confrontation, he replaced the damaged stone with a worthless glass replica, convinced I wouldn't notice. His manipulati

brazen, theatrical lies. The audacity, the disgusting manipulation, his

years ago, unexpectedly offered, "Ditch the zero. Marry me." My shaking hand steadied as I called. "Is that offer sti