BETTY
Ten years ago, I flung Adam’s engagement ring at his face yelling at him to go to hell.
With anger, I loaded every last one of my belongings into an oversized suitcase and walked out of his apartment, my face stained with tears and mascara. But I had no regrets. Even though it hurt, I swore, no, I cursed never to return.
Sometimes I wished this were all a terrible dream I could wake up from. But it wasn’t, that was my love story.
Two weeks later I saw him again.
I had just finished lectures and was sipping coffee at the café when my gaze landed on him. He was walking out of a building alone grinning to himself and I thought that was odd.
I tried to keep my head down but my silly heart still ached when I saw him, that face, damn, I missed kissing them, and those dreamy eyes, th
