LEON
I had always known there was a possibility that one day Tiffany would fall in love with someone else, I just never imagined she would marry him, there was a difference, a painful, brutal difference. For years, I had watched her date men who came and went, some lasted weeks, some lasted months, but none of them mattered.
At least, not to me.
Because whenever Tiffany called me after a bad date, whenever she complained about some i***t who didn’t appreciate her, whenever she laughed and rested her head against my shoulder, I had always told myself there would be another chance. Another day, another moment, I had time.
I had known Tiffany since college. I had watched her grow from the stubborn girl who argued with professors into the ambitious woman who built Bennett Interiors almost
