5
The wedding’s clamor subsided, and my
stomach began to ache intensely.
As if countless blades were churning within
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As if countless blades were churning within
- me.
In my helplessness, I instinctively grabbed my
phone, dialing Jake’s number.
But the cold automated voice said he’d
blocked me.
A surge of anger arose.
What if I really needed him?
I endured the pain, staggering towards the
elevator.
Each step felt like walking on cotton, unreal.
I questioned myself.
Eight years, how did it come to this?
What went wrong? Was I not worthy of love?
Dazed, I opened my hotel room door.
The scene shocked me, freezing me in place.
A suggestive sound came from the
presidential suite. It pierced my heart.
I couldn’t believe my ears. I checked my room
key, making sure I was in the right room.
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“Babe, be gentle,” a soft, coquettish voice
came from the room.
“Quiet,” that was Jake’s voice, low and
urgent.
My blood seemed to freeze.
My heart felt like it was being squeezed, I
could barely breathe.
My ears rang, my mind went blank.
“Babe, what are you afraid of? I locked the
door, no one will hear us.”
Taylor’s voice again, triumphant and teasing,
flaunting her victory.
I stood outside, the key card nearly crushed in
my hand, my fingers white from the force.
Eight years, past promises and sweetness,
collapsed into ashes.
Those vows, those shared moments, became
a cruel joke.
Jake, we’re truly over.
