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“No, we don’t.”

“Who are you marrying?” he demanded.

I thought about telling him –

Thought about Alistair’s whining and weakness –

But decided I owed more to Alistair than to the man who’d broken my heart.

“No one you know,” I lied. “I met him after you left.”

“Rachel, please – ”

That look on his face – like he was being tortured –

I couldn’t bear it any longer. If I kept talking to him, I would break.

So I did what I needed to do to end it right there –

No matter how cruel it was…

And no matter how it pierced my heart to say it.

“While you were gone, I moved on,” I said, suddenly unsure it was true. “You should, too – ”

And I slammed the door in his face.

I sat down on the stairs, buried my face in my hands, and began to silently sob.

I prayed for him to leave.

Because if he knocked on the door…

I wasn’t sure what I would do.

Maybe open it back up and fall into his arms.

But…

He didn’t knock on the door.

Instead, after a long pause, I heard his footsteps scuffing on the walk…

As he disappeared from my life all over again.

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Alistair came out of the kitchen 45 seconds later. By that point, I’d wiped away my tears and gotten control of myself – even if it felt like my insides had been ripped out.

“He’s gone,” Alistair said in relief, then added almost happily, “Well, that went better than expected.”

I glared up at him like he was the most contemptible cretin I’d ever met.

I’d just had my heart torn out, and he was being fucking chipper about it.

He quickly gathered from my expression that I wasn’t quite as pleased as he was.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

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