The next evening, Eliza met Daniel at a downtown café. Her eyes were red from crying, but her voice was steady as she repeated Karen’s words.
Eliza shook her head. “This isn’t about love. This is about respect. If your mother can insult my mom like that, and you defend her instead of defending me—what does that say about our future?”
Daniel leaned forward. “I can’t control what she says.”
“No,” Eliza replied, “but you can control how you respond. And you’re choosing her over us.”
The silence between them was heavy. At last, Eliza slipped the engagement ring off her finger and placed it on the table. Daniel stared at it but said nothing.
That night, she returned home and collapsed into her mother’s arms. The wedding was officially over.
Picking Up the Pieces
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