She Didn't Show on Our Big Day

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant.

My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss.

"Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?"

I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?"

That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"

Moving Out

Sylvie Riverson fell into silence. A pregnant pause later, she asked, "Are you being serious?"

"I am," I answered, determination overflowing from my voice. "What about you? Does your proposal still stand?"

"I'm abroad, but give me a month. No, two weeks. I'll come back in two weeks, and then we'll get married."

"I'll be waiting."

I hung up and looked at the photo Fabian Focker, Sophie's assistant, sent me, then I turned my phone off. Five years. We spent five years as a couple, and Sophie decided to chase novelty instead.

…

It was midnight when Sophie Riverson came back. I didn't welcome her with open arms. Instead, I was quietly packing up. Even though we only had two weeks left, I refused to spend even a single moment with her.

"Get me some water and fetch me my pajamas."

Her voice was dripping with imperiousness. She wouldn't even look at me. Typical. She only saw me as her servant. Her making me take her pajamas was her form of reward. That meant she would share the bedroom with me tonight.

The old me would be leaping with joy, but the new me didn't feel a thing. I kept on packing my stuff.

Not too long after, Sophie came out of the bathroom and realized I hadn't done as I was told. A frown creased her forehead, and she grumbled, "Don't just stand there! Fine, I'll wear the pajamas you love."

Quietly, I answered, "I'm going home for a bit." I zipped my suitcase up. Naturally, I didn't tell her I was going to marry her sister.

Sophie noticed my suitcase, and it reminded her of something. Her frown deepened, and she took a deep breath. "Can you stop this tantrum?" She was calm, as if this meant nothing to her.

"Fabian donated his blood to me. He's my savior, to an extent. His birthday doesn't come every day. So what if I celebrated with him? It's nothing. You're throwing a tantrum just because I missed out on getting that marriage license? Seriously?"

Just because? Just. Because? I laughed at myself. I see. So, getting our marriage official meant nothing to her. Another