iancée, Jessica Thorne, a co-founder, had canceled our wedding thirty-two times. I poured my genius
diant, openly fed Leo a canapé. He flashed a new luxury smartwatch, mirroring hers. On our seven-year an
ement ring? Tossed aside. I threw it in the trash. At the office, Leo 'accidentally' destroyed my personal research laptop wi
edication, my love, my future-all casually destroye
'raincheck' text buzzed one last time. I stepped into the car without a sing