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    I blinked a few times at the text message, unable to believe my eyes. Despite blinking a bunch of times, the image still remained the same and I gasped in utter shock as I sat up, my heart lurching into my throat while my heart pounded away.


    The wedding has been called off?


    It really has?


    I read through the message one more time, then I pped a hand over my mouth before I could scream out loud from the amount of happiness whirling through me right now. This is exactly what I had prayed to hear since the moment I got the wedding invite from Marco, and now that it was happening, my joy knew no bounds. I have loved Marco for years, so this news was equivalent


    o me winning the damned lottery.


    At the wedding yesterday, I had almost fainted countless times. I had thought that despite Marco confessing to still be in love with me, it still wasn’t enough for him to end up changing his decision, out it seemed like I hade to a conclusion fast cause clearly, Marco did end up changing his nind.


    Which means since Aisha would be getting out of the picture, I’m the one who’d be recing her. That was initially my spot before she stole it, and now I’ll just be taking back what’s mine.


    Finally… after five good years.


    The happiness rushing through me was so intense that it almost made tears of joy fill up my eyes.


    I picked up my phone again, fully intending on calling Marco like he had asked me to do in the text. However, I paused as I blinked at the rest of Zane right after I closed Marco’s inbox.


    The text whereby Zade had asked me to reach out to him if I wanted him to help rece my dress, and to keep my promise to him. Said promise was the promise I gave him at the clubst night, that I was gonna really try to move on and give another man a chance.


    I had genuinely meant those wordsst night, but now that the wedding got called off and Marco wanted me bzck now, there’s clearly no reason for me to try to move on or something.


    I let out a sigh as I reread Zade’s text again. There was no point in me responding, or to reach out to him to help ‘rece‘ the dress he torest night. I wasn’t stupid, that’s clearly just an excuse for us to still meet up again, but I didn’t think that was necessary anymore now that Marco was back in my life.


    Which was why I deleted the text message after a few moments, then I rose from the bed, feeling a little weird on the inside as I packed up my stuff. If I had inked Marco was gonna text me those


    <b>1/3 </b>


    words this morning, I definitely wouldn’t have allowed Zade to duck mest night.


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    But at least afterst night, it wouldn’t ever happen again. We won’t even cross paths again cause we had no reason to, so I guess it was fine.


    Right?


    Only that the weird feeling within me didn’t lessen.


    As I packed up, my body hurt from being fucked against the doorst night, and I was sore between my legs, which was a constant reminder of what happenedst night, when I was trying to forget about it and not be reminded of it with each movement i take.


    As I waited for my ne to be called in the airport, my mind wandered as I sipped on my cup of coffee. So, since Marco was now a single man again, this means now he’de be with me once again, right?


    A giddy feeling settled within me at that thought and I sipped on my coffee to hold back the grin threatening to spill across my face.


    As soon as my flight got called, I winced as I stood up, reminded of Zade all over again. I exhaled breathlessly as I moved across the other passengers, reminding myself that as soon as I stop feeling sore, I’ll have no reason to still keep being reminded of Zade.


    Whatever pretense I had with Zade ends here in this country. Returning back to LA is me returning back to my reality. And this time, I’ll not return home sad and heartbroken like I had thought, cause Marco was mine once again.


    The universe are on my side once again.


    After I arrived home, I opened my windows and let some venttion in, turning on the air conditioner as well. I’ve missed home so much, and even though it’s about a week since I left, it felt like it was up to six months. I felt immensely happy to be back home, I’ll be able to sleep in my dear bed which I’ve missed so much. It definitely wouldn’t be asfortable as the one on the ind cause I wasn’t that well off and was just doing the best <b>I </b>could for myself in ny present situation, but it was still my darling bed which had seen me through thick and thin.


    After settling in, <b>I </b>called my mother first. I’ve missed her so much and couldn’t wait to pay her a


    visit.


    “My little baby, I’ve missed you so much!” My mother cried out and I grinned fondly as I aired out my small kitchen as well.


    you too, mom. I’lle visit soon, okay?” I breathed out into the phone and my mother


    “Missed


    hummed.


    “You sound livelier than I expected you to be after you returned from that wedding. I thought you’d be sad and depressed but you actually sound… happy.” My mother pointed out and Iughed


    heartily.


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    I didn’t wanna tell her or anyone anything yet, at least not without hearing more from Marco first. After urging my mother I’ll call her back tonight, we talked a few more times then the call ended.


    And finally, I put a call through to Marco.


    He answered on the second ring.


    After he asked if I got home safely, I responded then decided to get on with it already.


    “Why did you end the wedding?”


    He responded in the next moment. “I discovered that she was cheating on me.”