Married Her for Spite, Lost Myself
She was the heiress obsessed with her first love—I was just the man she married to make a point.
For years, Lauren and I played our roles in a cold, calculated marriage: two beautiful people bound by family, haunted by old flames, living parallel lives under the same roof. Her heart was always with Ethan, the golden boy who left for London, while I chased a love that never seemed mine to claim. Jealousy, silent dinners, and emotional games became our only intimacy. When her first love returned, I finally filed for divorce—only to discover the tangled truth about who Lauren really wanted, and how far I’d go to let her go. My ex resurfaced, old wounds reopened, and our lives spun out in messy, high-society chaos.
Now, as the dust settles and I walk New York’s lonely streets, I wonder: after everything—can you ever stop wanting the one who never chose you?
If love is just timing, what happens when time runs out?