Abandoned at Reunion

We were just about to get our marriage license.

But then Priscilla showed up in Paris, desperately trying to win Kason back. Each time, Kason made it clear he only had feelings for me. Yet when it came time to sign the papers, he abandoned me because of her.

This has happened four times already, and today is the fifth. Maybe he feels guilty, I guess. This time, he bought me a house and put it in my name. He even purchased a fancy pink diamond ring. If he didn’t love me, why would he do these things? Yet, if he loved me, how could he keep leaving me for an ex?

I tightened my coat around me and called Kason. The phone rang several times before it was picked up, but it wasn’t Kason on the line—it was Priscilla. Her voice had that typical Southern Belle softness.

“Makayla, Kason went to get me some soup. Is there something important? I can pass the message along.”

It was absurd. The way she spoke made it sound like she was Kason's girlfriend. But they broke up a long time ago. Kason is now my boyfriend—almost my husband.

Before I could respond, I heard Kason’s voice.

“Next time, don’t run out in the middle of winter to have fun. This is Paris, not your mild southern town. You’ll freeze to death in the snow!”

His tone was filled with warmth, something he had never used with me.

I remember the last time it snowed, and I wanted him to warm my hands. He said to me, “You’re not like Priscilla, who’s so delicate about the cold. Besides, we've been together long enough; stop with that nonsense, it's embarrassing.”

Growing up with him in Paris, I’d brushed off his words, my carefree nature unbothered. I truly thought he disliked such interactions. Now, I realize he doesn’t.

“Kason, I want to talk to you.”

I clenched my phone, struggling to keep my emotions under control.

“Hello, what’s up?” Kason's tone shifted to something more serious as he took over the call.

The hurt welled up in my eyes, tears barely held at bay. I wanted so badly to ask, do you even care about me? But saying that would make me seem needy to him.

After a moment of silence, I said, “Maybe we should call off the remarriage. It looks like you and Priscilla have unresolved issues.”

“Makayla!” he snapped, anger flaring.

“You're blowing up over today?” he retorted. “What’s more important, someone’s well-being or our remarriage? You’re thirty years old and still don’t get it?”

“Forget it. Talking to you is pointless. You always think about yourself!”

The phone disconnected with a sharp click.

I stood frozen as snowflakes landed on my face, feeling numb. He always thought I was too stubborn. But this was the fifth time, the fifth time! How could anyone endure this?