My Love is Getting Married to Somebody Else

Mrs. Robinson offered me $10 million to leave her son. I had always believed that Dave Robinson and I shared a profound bond, so I thought it would be harmless to mention her offer as a joke.

But everything changed when I accidentally answered a phone call intended for him. A woman's voice chimed in on the other end.

“Dave, do you think gold-plated or solid-colored wedding invitations are better?”

In that instant, it felt as if I had plunged into icy waters. He was getting married. The reality hit me hard—what was I to him?

On the day of his wedding, I packed up all our shared memories and sent them to him before boarding a plane to start a new life in another country.

Two years later, Dave used every possible means to bring me back to America, just to ask me to watch a fireworks display with him.

Standing on the ancient city wall, with cherry blossoms falling like rain, he looked at me with red eyes and asked, "When you were nineteen, you said that people who watched fireworks together would stay together forever. Does that still hold true?"

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After that intimate moment, Dave went into the bathroom. I lay in bed, speaking through the glass door. “Dave, Mrs. Robinson visited me today.”

His voice, muffled by the sound of running water, replied, “What did you say?”

Suddenly, my phone buzzed non-stop. I turned over, my back aching, and picked it up.

A cheerful female voice asked, “Dave, should we go with gold-stamped or solid-colored wedding invitations?”

It felt like my world was collapsing. So Mrs. Robinson had been right—Dave was getting married.

Then what was I?

When Dave emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, I remained frozen in shock. He approached me and gently massaged my neck, sensing that something was wrong. “What’s wrong? You look upset.”

I pushed him away lightly, trying to mask my emotions. “Your fiancée called. She wants to know if you prefer gold-stamped or solid-colored invitations.”

Without a second thought, Dave dropped the towel, quickly dressed in an elegant suit, and hurried out the door. No explanation, no hesitation—just gone.

That night, I cleaned myself up and lay in bed, waiting for his call. Morning came, and still, there was nothing.

Dave and I had been high school classmates. Back then, he was the popular guy everyone adored. Girls would line up for a chance to get his attention, and his desk was constantly overflowing with love letters. In the end, I was just one of many.

I never imagined that someone like him could like me. So when he confessed his feelings on our graduation day, I found it hard to believe.

To prove his sincerity, he joined me in a small county town and ate at a run-down street restaurant. For two whole months, he told me every day that he liked me, as if he feared I’d forget. It wasn’t until just before college started that I finally accepted his confession.

Like countless other couples, we enjoyed four blissful years together in college. After graduation, he took over the family business, while I became a literature teacher at the top private high school in Los Angeles. Coincidentally, the school’s investor was a close friend of Dave's.

I was stunned to realize how closely tied my life had been to his over the years. But now, with just one phone call, he rushed to her side, terrified of hurting her feelings if he was even a second late. I didn’t even know he had a fiancée.

For years, I had been deceived, believing in a love that, for him, was never meant to last.

When we met again, he picked me up from work like nothing had changed.

“Kimberly, I’ll come over to your place tonight,” he said, his voice casual, as if we hadn’t just been torn apart by his hidden life.

Slap! My hand struck his face, the sound ringing sharply in the air.

He stepped closer, forcing me back against the car, his gaze locked on my collarbone. With a smirk, he taunted, "You took your clothes off yourself."

I shoved him away and raised my hand to strike again, but he caught it mid-air.

"Kimberly Cox, have you caused enough trouble?"

How could he ask me that? The man who once treated me like a treasure now dared to question my actions after abandoning me for another woman?

How had our eight-year relationship devolved into nothing more than a one-sided fantasy? In his eyes, I was just a secret lover, hidden away and never meant to be seen by the world.

My anger boiled over, and I bit my lip before spitting at him. "Dave, you're disgusting."

His grip tightened, but his voice softened, an unsettling mix of concern and arrogance. "I don’t want to hurt you. If you're willing, we can go back to the way things were."

Back to being his hidden lover? The one he kept in the shadows? Never again.

He continued, attempting to reason with me. "Kimberly, you have to understand. Someone from my family is expected to marry someone of equal status and background."

"The Warren family and my family have been close for years, and Mary Warren now runs one of their subsidiaries. Marrying her is the best arrangement for me."

I glared at him, my heart racing. "And what about me? What am I to you?"