"I just talked to the wedding planner. We'll push it back a year. You've waited seven already. What's one more? She's at the perfect age right now. Once this year is over, we can—"
I cut him off. "Let's just end this."
Christopher scoffed. He clearly didn't believe me.
"Babe..."
Alma drifted over, all shy smiles, and the edge in Christopher's expression softened instantly. He wrapped an arm around her and started walking toward the door.
She glanced back at me, eyes wide with practiced sympathy. "Are you upset? Babe, I don't need a title. Why don't you two just go ahead and get married like you planned?"
Christopher shook his head. "If she could accept another man, she wouldn't have stuck around this long. She can't even stand it when a guy tries to buy her a drink. She'll spend her whole life giving in to me."
I had been with Christopher for seven years.
I knew exactly what it looked like when he loved someone.
Three days. He'd known Alma for three days, and the look in his eyes was unmistakable.
What I also knew was that Christopher still didn't understand me at all.
Once I decided to let go of this, I could disappear to the ends of the earth, and he would never find me.