“Don’t cry, Serena,” she said, her voice filled with urgency. “You still have me, and you have Wesley. We’ll fix this. Don’t cry.”
She dropped everything to come to my side. After taking me to the hospital to tend to my injuries, she brought me dozens of designer wedding dresses to choose from.
“It’s okay, Serena. Mommy won’t let anyone hurt you again. After the wedding, I’ll make sure that scumbag gets what he deserves.”
Following her reassurance, I picked a new dress—one that suited me better than the one before.
This time, it wasn’t about Brandon; it was about me.
Unaware of any of this, Brandon assumed I would eventually apologize, as I always had in the past.
As the wedding day approached, I decided to send him one final message. But when I opened my contacts, I noticed he had changed his social media profile picture to a photo of himself and Karina.
I knew exactly what he was trying to do—provoke me and get under my skin.
But this time, Brandon's games didn’t matter. He no longer had any power over me, and I wasn’t going to fall for his lies again.
Calmly, I sent him a single message. [Brandon, let’s break up.]