"Besides, I was happy to see you, by the way," he says, trying to shift the mood, casually taking a bite of his salad. "You also looked very pretty."
His compliment feels misplaced, like he's trying to smooth over everything by ignoring the actual problem. It doesn't help. In fact, it makes things worse. My chest tightens as the familiar sense of dismissal creeps back in, the same way he always brushes off my emotions like they're just overreactions.
I feel like I'm being dragged back into the same mess we've been in for years. The flirty comments, the smiles, the casual dismissals—nothing has changed. It's as if he's still playing the same game, pretending that everything is fine, that my feelings are irrelevant as long as he can charm his way through the conversation.
Then, out of nowhere, he drops another bomb.
"Did you and Anne have time to talk?" he asks, his tone almost hopeful. "It would make me happy to see you guys become friends."
The audacity. I blink, stunned for a second, as the frustration inside me bubbles to a boiling point. *He wants me to be friends with Anne?* The fiancée? After everything?
It feels like a slap in the face, as if he's asking me to smooth over all the hurt and just get along with Anne. The nerve. My hands tighten around my tea cup, and I can barely contain the anger rising up.
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The best man
ChickLitLily and Conor have been inseparable since their university days, bound by a deep friendship that has weathered the test of time. While Conor appreciates Lily's presence in his life and the comfort of their relationship, he remains oblivious to the...
