He shifted, like this was a negotiation.
“She’s just more my type,” he said. “Maren is thin. She’s beautiful. It matters.”
“You didn’t take care of yourself.”
The room buzzed.
He kept going.
“You’re great, Larkin. You really are. You have such a good heart,” he said. “But you didn’t take care of yourself. I deserve someone who matches me.”
That was the line that really did it.
I gave him a trash bag for his things.
Matches me.
Like I was the wrong shoes for his suit.
Maren didn’t say a word. Not one. Just crossed her arms, eyes shining, and let him talk.
I gave him a trash bag for his things.
I told her to leave my key on the counter.
Within three months, they were engaged.
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