Colin had claimed his involvement with her was purely out of gratitude, that she had done him a favor in the past and he was simply repaying the debt.
But it wasn’t long before their relationship became inseparable, and their closeness suffocating.
I used to ask him if I had done something wrong, constantly trying to please him, thinking I could win back his affection.
Until the day I overheard him in a private room, talking to his friends.
"Eloise isn’t bad, but compared to Siena, she just doesn’t measure up.”
“Siena, if only you’d come back a few years earlier, we could’ve had a kid in school by now.”
I remember Siena laughing softly, playfully teasing him. “Colin, am I your true love?”
His friends had cheered them on, calling them the real couple.
Siena would always brush off their comments, but she would still post ambiguous messages on social media. And Colin wasn't any different—he loved the attention, the way people thought he was Siena’s true husband, not mine.
We fought about it once. However, Colin told me I was overreacting, that there was no need to prove anything, and that I should respect his choices.