Unswerving love in this life
Chapter 1
I attended my best friend’s wedding, three
days into a cold war with my boyfriend, Jake.
He was a groomsman, and I was a
bridesmaid.
During the games, he lost.
His penalty was to carry all the bridesmaids
downstairs.
He smilingly carried everyone except me.
One pretty bridesmaid suddenly asked him,
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
He glanced at me, “No.”
The girl, bold and enthusiastic, said, “Can I
pursue you then?”
He smiled politely, “Sure.”
I suddenly felt utterly pointless.
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At the wedding venue, I stood apart from the
crowd.
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My gaze involuntarily followed Jake.
He wore a well–tailored black suit, standing
tall with a gentle smile.
He was talking to a bridesmaid.
The bridesmaid held a red balloon, smiling
with her eyes curved, her cheeks flushed.
She occasionally lowered her head and
pursed her lips, appearing shy and sweet.
Jake’s gaze stayed on her, a faint smile
playing on his lips.
My heart felt a sharp pang, my breath
catching.
Was I being too sensitive?
Suddenly, Jake took the bridesmaid’s phone,
squatting down to take pictures of her.
No matter what poses the bridesmaid struck,
Jake was patient.
But when we went to see cherry blossoms in
the spring, he was impatient.
“What’s there to photograph?” he grumbled.
<
He reluctantly took a few blurry pictures.
A bitter taste filled my mouth.
I thought this wedding would be a turning
point in our relationship.
He’d promised me a surprise at the wedding.
We both knew what it was.
Eight years of dating.
He’d propose when he caught the bouquet.
But now, he stood beside another girl,
laughing so naturally.
The bride patted my shoulder from behind,
breaking my thoughts. “Sarah, you finally
came! Busy bee, when are you getting
married?”
Her teasing tone made me even more uneasy.
I forced a smile, replying vaguely, “Soon, I
guess.”
Following my gaze, she saw Jake too.
She excitedly waved at him. “Jake! Sarah said
you two are getting hitched soon?”
<
Her voice was clear and loud, drawing
attention from those around us.
I instinctively pulled her arm, trying to stop
her.
Jake turned, hearing her.
His gaze lingered on my face for a moment,
then coldly shifted away.
His tone was calm yet distant. “Don’t tease.”
My friend awkwardly smiled and signaled me
with her eyes.
“Broke up?” she mouthed.
I gave a wry smile.
“Fighting, in a cold war.”
My friend patted my shoulder, offering
comfort.
