She Was His First Love, I Was Just the Stand-In

My heart dropped like a stone. I threw on a coat, hands shaking, ready to run out the door.

"Is Mark okay? What happened?"

"It's not Mark……"

My hand froze.

"It's Effie."

"After you guys left, she couldn't get a ride, and it was pouring outside. Mark was worried something might happen, so he called a few of us to help look for her. We found her at a bus stop, soaked through and passed out with a fever. She's at the hospital now, hooked up to an IV."

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My throat burned as though I'd swallowed fire, and something inside my chest folded in on itself.

I pitied myself.

Was I really so unworthy of being loved for who I was?

"Noreen? You okay?"

"Mark's phone probably died. I'll get him to call you back in a bit. Don't worry."

The call ended in a hurry. I lay with my eyes open until morning.

When Mark pushed through the door, his shirt was a wrinkled mess and his eyes were threaded with red. He hadn't slept either.

"Noreen, Effie got sick, and I……"

"I know. Reg told me."

I cut him off quietly and handed him a towel.

"Go take a shower. Skip work today. Get some sleep."

"Noreen, are you upset?"

He set his things down and moved to hold me, but I stepped back before he could.

The rejection flickered across his face, and irritation crept into his expression.

"Noreen, Effie doesn't have any family or close friends in this city. I couldn't just leave her there. Can you be a little more mature about this?"

The words were barely out before he regretted them. He smacked himself on the forehead, wincing.

"Noreen, that came out wrong. I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

I smiled, keeping my voice light, and steered him toward the bathroom.

"Effie's our friend too. You did the right thing."

Only when the shower hissed on behind the closed door did I let myself cry.

Mark, I will never give you another chance to hurt me. Never again.

The day before I was supposed to leave, Mark and a few friends finished decorating the bridal suite. Effie didn't show up.

I asked, casual as I could manage：

"Where's Effie? Didn't she say she wanted to see the new place?"

Mark blinked, then caught himself.

"I told her to head home. We didn't need the extra help."

"Noreen, I don't want you to be unhappy."

He held my gaze, and the tenderness in his eyes was unmistakable.

If I hadn't known he'd gotten close to me because of Effie, I never would have doubted a man this thoughtful and attentive.

I let the subject go with a small smile：

"Mark, you're supposed to come pick me up from the bridal suite tomorrow morning. Don't sleep here tonight. No point waking up early just to drive all the way back."

He looked reluctant, but nodded.

"Alright. I'll be here first thing to pick you up."

"Tomorrow we'll be married. We'll be husband and wife for real."

He smoothed a strand of hair from my face, and before he left, he added：

"Noreen, if you need anything, call me. Don't try to tough it out alone."

Only after he and the others were gone did I let out a breath.

Tomorrow morning, I would leave this city and vanish from Mark's life for good.

I stared at the photos that had just been taped to the bedroom wall, then tore them down one by one and dropped them in the trash.

I pulled the custom wedding dress from the closet, found a pair of scissors, and cut it to ribbons.

Everything else in the room stayed where it was. I only erased the traces of myself.

It was time to end this.

Before I fell asleep, a text from Mark lit up my phone.

【Noreen, I'm too excited to sleep. I can't wait for the wedding tomorrow.】

【Noreen, I love you. I'll be by your side for the rest of my life.】

【Noreen, see you tomorrow.】

These words used to make me feel so cherished. Now all I felt was the bitter sting of irony.

Maybe he really had fallen in love with me. But Effie Simmons was a thorn lodged permanently in his heart.

The moment she appeared, he lost himself. Became someone I didn't recognize.

I didn't reply to a single message. I just set my alarm and prepared to leave in the morning.

At three a.m., I wheeled my suitcase out of the home we'd decorated together.

I used to believe this place would be my safe harbor, my shelter for the rest of my life.

Now I understood. The only person who could ever truly protect me was myself.

Before boarding, I got more calls and texts from Mark.

【Noreen, the makeup artist said you told her not to come. Did you do your own makeup?】

【Noreen, I'm almost at the suite. Are you ready?】

【Noreen, why aren't you answering? Did something happen?】

I swiped past every one of them without expression and boarded the plane without looking back.