The tears finally came.

I couldn't hold them back. I broke down, full-on sobbing.

Luke just stood there, frozen. Then he grabbed my face, made me look at him.

Like he was offering some big favor, he said, "I'll stay with you a few days a week, then go back to take care of Lucas. That cool?"

When I didn't answer, he sighed hard. "Arya, this is the best I can do. Can you stop being so unreasonable?"

I took a deep breath, forcing the sobs down.

"That's too much. Just thinking about it drains me. We're done, Luke. Go be with her and Lucas. How I'm doing? Not your problem anymore."

He grabbed my shoulder, thinking I was just being dramatic. "Are you serious?"

I didn't say a word. Just turned to get in the car.

Then he shoved me—hard. "So that's it? Dropping the act now? Gonna throw your rich girl tantrum?"

My head slammed into the car roof. I lost my balance and hit the ground.

Luke didn't even flinch. Just shot me a bitter look and walked off.

At some point, Cassie showed up. Barely even tried to scold him. "Arya's from money. Isn't it normal for her to be a little dramatic? Can't you cut her some slack?"

Luke scoffed, slipping his arm around her waist like it was nothing.

"I'm human too. Why should I baby her? She's the one who chased after me. Now she thinks she can throw tantrums?"

He gave me a cold glance, then turned to Cassie with this soft tenderness.

"You're better—understanding, chill. If Arya had been the one with a baby, she'd lose it every other day. Just thinking about it annoys me."

Watching them play house right in front of me made me want to throw up. I didn't say a word.

Just got in the car and drove off.

But everything kept replaying in my head, over and over.

The pain in my chest made it hard to breathe.

My phone rang—Luke's mom.

"Arya, I heard what happened. Luke canceled the wedding. He was wrong to keep it from us. The kid's already two, but look—the whole thing was an accident. Cassie's willing to give up parental rights. As long as Luke still wants to marry you, nothing has to change. You're still his fiancée. And if it really bothers you, I'll raise the kid myself so he's not in your way."

My throat tightened. I had to swallow hard before I could speak. "Paulina, it's over. Luke and I are done."

Her voice went cold. "You rich girls are all the same. I had doubts from the start. I didn't want my son feeling small next to you. He messed up—like any man. He owned it. Can't you just let it go?"

My hands locked on the wheel, knuckles white. "It's fine. Your son doesn't have to feel small anymore. He and Cassie are perfect for each other. I'm out. For real."

I hung up, slammed the brakes, and pulled over.

Couldn't breathe.

Back then, I gave it all up—my world, my comfort—just to protect his ego. Traded everything for "simple."

He finally chose me, but the digs never stopped. One jab after another.

And I took it. Smiled. Nodded. Thought if I stayed sweet long enough, he'd finally mean it.

Then came the family party.

"I heard Luke's dating some rich girl? Where is she? Don't tell me it's that plain one next to him."

"She looks poorer than we do. No way she's from money. Luke probably made it up."

Laughter all around.

Luke?

He glanced at me like I was gum on his shoe.

***

I spaced out for a bit before finally driving myself home.

Luke called out of nowhere.

"Wanna hang? Cassie just put Lucas to bed."

He never shopped with me, never just hung out. This had to be his version of a grand gesture. Maybe guilt finally pushed him to throw me a pity favor.

I was seconds from hanging up when I heard her in the background—flirty, smug.

"It's so late and you're still sweet-talking your princess? I'm beat. Come rub my shoulders. It's your fault—I'm handling the kid and you."

Luke cut in fast. "Alright, next time," then hung up.

The call cut off, leaving a nasty pit in my chest.

If I'd just shut it down—stopped them from getting close—maybe none of this would've happened.

The next day, the wedding was officially off. Luke set up a class reunion. I went, thinking maybe it'd be my final goodbye to this trainwreck.

People were mingling, chatting like nothing happened. Then they spotted Cassie holding Lucas, and someone piped up—loud on purpose:

"Cassie's got a kid? When'd you get married? We didn't hear a thing."

"Who's the dad? He skip the invite?"

Their voices were sweet, but sharp. Cassie pulled the 'poor me' face.

Luke shot me a cold look, grabbed Lucas from her arms.

"I'm the father."

All eyes snapped to me.

Whispers kicked up fast.

"I heard Cassie and Luke were a thing first, but something went down and he ended up with Arya. And yeah, Cassie's kid is totally two."

"So Arya's the homewrecker?"

My whole body shook. I swallowed the burn in my chest.

I stood to grab some water. Cassie "accidentally" stepped on my dress hem.

I hit the floor, palms smacking down, knees slamming hard. The room exploded with laughter.

Pain ripped through me—my knees already bruised. I struggled to get up.

"Look at her," someone snorted. "On her knees? Guess she's finally owning the homewrecker title."

Luke just shot me a look of disgust and stayed quiet.

I clenched my teeth, eyes locked on Cassie. Anyone actually watching would've seen her step on my dress.

The rage I'd buried finally cracked. I raised my hand to slap her—

But Luke beat me to it.

He hit me. Hard.

Smack.

Silence dropped like a bomb.

Blood trickled from my lip. My ears rang.

I stared at him, then slapped him right back.

"Luke Murray, we're done."

I didn't wait for his reaction. Just held my cheek and walked out.