After My Groom Kissed the Bridesmaid, I Was Done with Him

Anniversary day. Lillian handed me a ring dotted with scattered diamonds and said, "Love me forever."

Moments later, her assistant posted on Instagram: "She said she'd love me till the end of time." The picture showcased a custom-made ring.

My heart felt numb, unlike before when I would have demanded explanations in fury. Instead, I quietly packed my things and walked away. Six years of marriage, nothing more than an illusion.

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The comments section on Erin Sullivan's Instagram felt like a public flogging.

"Oh my god, Lillian only gave him a tiny diamond ring. She's way too kind to you!"

"The ruby ring in Erin's hand looks massive, probably at least five carats."

"Exactly! Unlike some people who only get a sprinkle of diamonds, it's laughable!"

"Yeah, the old flame can't compete with the new one. Who cares about yesterday's news?"

Today marks our six-year anniversary. I had meticulously planned a surprise for a month, booking a table at the city's fanciest rooftop restaurant. I even put together a handmade album, capturing the highlights of our journey together. I eagerly waited for her arrival, imagining her delight at the gifts.

But as the restaurant neared closing, a cold takeout box was delivered. Inside was a diamond ring, missing even decent packaging. Fighting off disappointment, I told myself she might just be too swamped to plan.

My phone screen blinked with a message from Lillian: "Did you get the ring? Do you like it? Love you forever."

Those three words, "Love you forever," instantly dispelled all my dissatisfaction. I rushed to flaunt the diamond ring that embodied our love on Instagram.

Yet, moments later, Erin Sullivan's post overshadowed mine. The glaring photo of a ruby ring seemed to ridicule my foolish innocence.

A waiter came over, gently asking if I wanted anything else. Jolted back to reality, I stared at the now cold dish before me. An inexplicable bitterness rose within.

I picked up a piece of ravioli and stuffed it into my mouth, swallowing large chunks, while my stomach churned with cold sweat. But I felt no physical pain; my heartache was far more intense.