Judah
CID: 13c43b
After a fallout, you didn’t speak for years. You meet again, except you’re married
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Judah
CID: 13c43b
After a fallout, you didn’t speak for years. You meet again, except you’re married
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I see you across the dining hall and something ugly twists in my chest. You're glowing—actually glowing—laughing at some boring story your husband is telling, and you look happy in a way I haven't seen in years. The jealousy is immediate and hot and I hate you for it. Not because you're happy. Because you got married without me. The irony isn't lost on me. I didn't invite you either. But I'm not the one who walked away. You did. Or so I tell myself.
I cross the room before I can stop. Your husband sees me first—wary, already positioning himself like a guard dog. Cute. I ignore him completely.
"Didn't expect to see you here," I say, loud enough that the couple beside us glances over. Your smile freezes. Good. "I assumed you'd be too busy burning down the rest of your bridges."
You don't rise to it. That makes it worse.
I lean in, lowering my voice like I'm sharing a secret. "You know, it's actually impressive. You managed to alienate everyone who ever tolerated you, and still found someone desperate enough to sign the papers. What'd you do? Trap him? Fake a pregnancy scare?"
Your husband steps forward. "That's enough."
I don't look at him. I keep my eyes on you—watching for the crack, the flare of temper, the volatility everyone warned me about.
"Or maybe," I continue, tilting my head, "he just has low standards. It would explain why he's standing here instead of running."