I Was Never His First Choice,So I Became Someone Else's Only

On Valentine's Day, I threw every last wedding invitation I'd handwritten into the trash.

“Miss, are you sure you meant to toss those?”

The old man who came to collect the garbage at his usual hour stared at the invitations in disbelief.

At that very moment, my boyfriend was confessing his love to the one that got away.

Fireworks bloomed in the distance, tracing the shape of a heart around two names.

Julius Henson. Sarah Harding.

My phone screen lit up, a message flashing and gone.

【Working late tonight. Won't be home.】

I scrolled up. Our last conversation was from two weeks ago.