Love Outlived

Summary

The night before my wedding, I found the pictures on Lawrence’s phone.

A girl with a sweet, vibrant smile, captured mostly in candid, stolen shots.

I didn't bottle it up. I didn't let the poison of doubt fester. I walked straight to him, held out the phone, and demanded an explanation.

Lawrence smoked in the living room all night. As dawn broke, he walked into the bedroom and said to me:

“I’ll admit it, I have feelings for her. But that’s all.”

Ten years. We’d been in love for ten years. Was I really going to throw it all away over a few pictures? The thought was unbearable.