Warning Myself Not to Marry Him
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Summary
On Thanksgiving night, I stumbled upon a livestream that seemed to defy time. It was me, from five years ago.
"Look, everyone! He just proposed!"
She was beaming, radiating the dizzying happiness of Conrad’s grand, romantic gesture.
I just watched quietly, a faint, tired smile resting on my lips.
Then, my phone buzzed.
It was a video from Conrad.
The screen filled with raw, intimate heat. Heavy, breathless gasps echoed from the speakers as he pressed his new girl against a wall, kissing her with a desperate, performative hunger.
