My best friend stared at the phone screen for a long time before coming back to her senses.
She was so angry that she smashed the phone on the bed and gritted her teeth, "Fine, let's divorce! Do they really think they're that great? If I'd known what kind of men they were, I'd never have married! The Cruise Family sure raised two loyal lapdogs, they've missed their calling as dog trainers!"
Her tone was defiant, but her reddened eyes and the tears glistening in them betrayed her feelings. We both knew we had lost in this marriage.
The signs had been there from the day we got married. The ill-fitting wedding rings, the ill-fitting dress, the ill-fitting love. The private social media, the wedding with no guests and the groom who slipped away halfway through.
It was our stubbornness that had cost us our youth. We foolishly believed that love could conquer childhood bonds.
It took today's painful lesson to finally wake me up from the dream I had woven for myself. In his heart, Lily would always be number one, she was irreplaceable. There was no room for anyone else in this love triangle.