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Meanwhile, I landed in Paris and was welcomed
with open arms by my Air France coworkers.
It was my third time in Paris, I didn’t know the
city well, but surrounded by the unfamiliar, I felt
an intense calmness wash over me.
I knew, from now on I was going to live for
myself.
I had won those awards, now, I’d do it again.
And I’d do all the stuff Jake would have never
let me do. Skiing, mountain climbing, skydiving,
chasing the Northern Lights.
I was at home after work the next day when
Jake turned up, drunk.
He’d always hated alcohol, and now, he looked
exhausted.
He tried to approach me, but I backed away.
“Lisa, I made a huge mistake!”
“For the last three years, I cared too much
about Tiffany. I thought I liked her, but
yesterday, you left, and I realized that I liked her
because of who she reminded me of, you!”
“And those years, the performance reviews, you
were always above me. It made me feel
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inadequate, so I tried to make Tiffany like you,
better than you, I loved you the whole time, I
never imagined being married to anyone else.”
“Before coming here, I got my documents! I
swear, if you let me, we can go back and get
the license! This time, I will keep my word.”
“And the job, I’ve asked to just fly to Paris, and
if not, I will quit so I can live here with you.”
“Please, give me a second chance.” he was
crying.
I felt nothing but bitterness. He liked Tiffany
because she reminded him of me? He was just
jealous of me? That was some terrible excuse.
Mistakes are mistakes. And if he could just
correct it so easily, then what did the last three
years even mean to him?
The second I boarded that plane, it was over.
“Don’t speak anymore, there’s nothing left to
fix.” I said. “It’s over, Jake!”
I walked inside my place. Jake didn’t try to stop
- me. And he stood there the whole night, in the
rain.
But it doesn’t even matter, because I’d given
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him seventeen chances, and he’d missed them
all.
