After My Groom Kissed the Bridesmaid, I Was Done with Him

My stomach turned violently, and I rushed to the bathroom, retching uncontrollably. Afterwards, I slumped against the cold tile wall, utterly exhausted.

Erin Sullivan had posted on Instagram again, this time with a short video. In it, Lillian and Erin sat facing each other, their arms intertwined as they shared a coffee.

"Does this mean you're a couple now?" someone called out.

"When do we get to see Lillian and Erin's wedding?" another voice chimed in.

The room was filled with laughter and teasing. Erin looked triumphant, while Lillian's smile was as radiant as ever. At the end of the video, Erin leaned in and whispered something to Lillian, and they both exchanged knowing smiles. The screen paused on a close-up of their faces, almost touching.

So, the "client" Lillian kept mentioning was Erin. I’d lost track of how many times she’d used "work commitments" as an excuse to leave me alone and be with her.

Casually, I snapped a picture of the river and posted it on Instagram, "Six years... cheers." The image showed a dark river, with only a few scattered, distant lights.

Every anniversary, I make a post, and this year was no exception. Although this year has been far from happy, it may well be the last.