My friend pulled up Antonio''s Facebook profile.


    "Antonio and Ste have been inseparabletely.


    "Anyone who didn''t know better would think were the woman in his photos."


    Antonio had blocked me on Facebook.


    He had never posted a single picture of me.


    Now, his profile was stered with images of Ste''s back: at amusement parks, trying on wedding dresses, watching the sunrise over the ocean.


    It was clear he was deeply in love with her.


    My friend looked at me with concern.


    "Don''t be too upset. If Antonio knew about Ste''s past, he would break up with her."


    "I''m fine. I''m over him," I smiled, genuinely feeling a sense of release.


    In a few days, I''d be gone from this ce forever.


    I wouldn''t waste another moment grieving over Antonio.


    When Antonio, whom I hadn''t seen for days, showed up, I didn''t react.


    He nced around, happily texting someone. "Didn''t you decorate the house?" he asked.


    "You said you wanted to keep things simple. So did I."


    He said nothing, his gaze falling on the small checkboard where I''d been counting down the days until the wedding. "Time flies. Our wedding is in a week." He said with a smile. I erased the number and wrote "5". "Our wedding is in five days."


    Antonio never paid attention to the details of my life.


    My mother called, and I stepped onto the balcony to take the call.


    When I returned, Antonio was still engrossed in his phone. "Who was that? I thought I heard you mention a visa."


    "Work." I said indifferently.


    "By the way, don''t bother nning a honeymoon. I''m too busy." Antonio. continued, still staring at his phone.


    "I know." I started packing my suitcase.


    Since Ste''s return, Antonio couldn''t bear to be away from her.


    Seeing me pack, Antonio suddenly asked, "Where''s your ring?"


    A momentter, he realized he wasn''t wearing his either.


    "I lost it," I said casually, unconcerned about the whereabouts of his ring.


    Antonio looked


    like he wanted to exin something, but his phone rang with Ste''s unique ringtone.


    He nced at it, stood up, and


    kissed my forehead. "Sorry, honey.


    Work has been crazy.


    make


    you the happiest


    once this


    alive


    is all over."


    He was suddenly overflowing with sweet nothings.


    I felt disgust instead of joy.


    I ignored him and continued packing.


    Time crawled by


    The day before the wedding arrived.


    The corresponding note on the calendar read "family dinner."


    It had been my greatest wish for over two decades.


    But I knew it would never happen.


    My mother would never forgive my father, and I would never forgive Antonio.


    I went to the Ferris wheel alone and watched the sunset.


    Meanwhile, Ste posted a picture of arge family dinner.


    My father was smiling at Antonio as he served him food.


    The caption read, "Both families met to finalize the wedding details."


    I was amused, not angry.


    Whose wedding, I wondered. Ste''s or mine?


    I blocked and deleted Ste. I started to type a message to Antonio, but after several revisions, I decided against sending it.


    Just as I was about to leave.


    alled, "Where are you? Why


    I at home? Send me your


    I miss you."


    He arrived shortly afterward.


    Getting into the car. I noticed a pink cushion on the passenger seat.


    Beneath it was a pair of whitece underwear.


    I sighed and climbed into the back.


    Antonio, still glued to his phone, didn''t notice.


    He casually asked, "Why the sudden trip to the amusement park? Are the wedding preparations finished?"


    "Almost," I replied tly.


    "I remember you''ve always wanted


    to ride


    Ferris wheel,"


    . "I''ll take you somet


    when I''m free."