hardening.
I paid for my half of the meal. Took one last look at the man I thought I’d marry. Then I left him sitting there, spooning bites of a fake celebration I didn’t ask for.
Or the next.
By day three, I realized something important: if he thought it was funny to make light of my career, my ambition, and the pain I’d shared with him… I could show him what funny really looked like.
The Party He’ll Never Forget
A week later, I threw a little get-together at my place. Casual invite, nothing fancy. I made sure to include his friends in the guest list.
Ryan showed up, looking confused—but curious.
He didn’t stay confused for long.
The room was decorated with black and gold balloons. A glittery banner hung across the wall, reading:
“Congrats on Going Bald!”
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