Doubts - Regretful ex-Fiancé

Chapter 8 | ✓

"Oh... Well dear, what about all these boxes? You didn't move any of them by yourself, did you?" Mrs. Ruth, or Miss Ruth as she preferred, asked me with a look of surprise. She stared at the boxes neatly stacked in the corner, clearly curious about what had happened since her last visit. 

I really enjoyed her company. She had some amazing skills but rarely talked about them. She was like a sweet aunt, full of interesting stories and adventures, yet so warm and friendly that it was a joy to have her around. We loved sipping tea together, munching on the little cookies she baked, and watching her favorite Latin soap operas on TV. 

 I was feeling much better with the wounds on my arm and face, but I still didn't have much strength in my arm. However, I was sure I would be okay in a couple of weeks.

"Someone sent this to me, Miss Ruth. Plus, he even had the nerve to send a lawyer to talk about taking legal action against him and his brother for all that went down! Can you imagine?!"  Miss Ruth enjoyed a good story, so she gasped and quickly sat on the couch, clutching a fluffy pink pillow in her lap and waving her hand for me to come over. 

"What? No way! I always thought that guy had some tricks up his sleeve. Come on, share all the details with Miss Ruth."

I couldn't help but chuckle at what she said. She talked about how she used to catch all the boys' attention when she was younger and claimed that if Jonathan had seen her back then, he would have proposed right away! What could I say? You go, Miss Ruth! 

 First, I brewed some coffee in my pet coffee machine, using a special Brazilian blend I found online. The wonderful aroma of fresh coffee filled the room, and I poured us each a nice mug before settling on the couch to share my story. We looked like two teens ready to chat about crushes.I recounted all the events, adding a bit of exaggeration here and there as if it wasn't already dramatic enough. Miss Ruth chimed in with "ohs" and "ahs" at the key moments. When I finished, she sat quietly for a few minutes, reflecting on all the offers and suggestions the lawyer had made. Finally, she simply said:

"Men really make things complicated! He should have listened to you right away. It frustrates me so much! If that guy shows up here again..." Miss Ruth can definitely handle herself, you know! She pretends to punch someone and I clap my hands at her performance. That sounds great, thank you, Miss Ruth! 

 After that, she got back to her usual cleaning and cooking, while I decided to check one of the unopened boxes. I approached it slowly, not really wanting to get too curious. Just a quick peek.As I got closer, the first thing I noticed was a photo album filled with pictures of us. It captured our happiest moments together. There was one where I wore a blue floral dress, and Jonathan was hugging me from behind, looking so joyful. He often seemed serious, but with me, he was always gentle and loving.

It's sad that we ended up like this. I was excited for our wedding, and now I have to face life without him. I can't even process it. I can't think about all the plans that fell apart... All the hopes and dreams I had with him. He was supposed to be my husband, the father of my kids, my forever hero... Now, it's all lost.

A few weeks before we broke up, Jonathan was talking about the wedding and wanted to set a date. He was so excited about it. Usually, men shy away from discussions about flowers, colors, and cakes, but Jonathan surprisingly sent me pictures and ideas he found online for inspiration. He seemed really eager to make our relationship official. How can things change from amazing to awful in just a few minutes?

He was wasting his time thinking those pictures would change anything for me! I grabbed the album roughly and tossed it aside, but a piece of paper slipped out and landed at my feet. When I picked it up, I found a message. It read: You are the only woman I will ever consider for a wife. Please take me back. Yours, Jonathan. His words made tears well up in my eyes. This won't help him at all! It won't change anything! If he thinks... A small sob escaped my lips, and I tried to hold back my emotions. Then, I heard Miss Ruth say: