Sitting across from her bought back some many memories.
The time when me, her, and him were friends in highschool. To working to go to the same collage together. Memories.
Or like the time when I found out that my highschool sweetheart cheated on me... To bad it was.. Her.
Here we are three years later after the fact. And here I am. Feeling victorious.
"stop seeing him, we are married."
I laughed at her discomfort. The cunt couldn't even look me in the eye.
"We were engaged, but that didn't stop you."
