Back then, I felt genuinely sorry for Leona. Whenever something good came my way, I thought of her too.
Later, after Nigel's father recovered, Nigel and I started planning the wedding.
Leona naturally became my maid of honor, helping me pick out everything we needed for the ceremony.
She and I grew close.
She would tell me stories about Nigel as a kid, and I loved hearing every one.
She and Nigel were close. So close that even I had my moments of doubt and jealousy.
"I'd never go for her. She's basically one of the guys."
"I've got this sweet, soft little wife already. Why would I look at anyone else?"
Whenever Nigel sensed my unease, he'd explain, he'd reassure, he'd coax me back to calm.
Hearts change.
Now, even when I brought up divorce, he still couldn't wait to rush out and be with another woman.
Within minutes, I saw Leona's post on social media.
As long as you're here, I'm not afraid of anything.
The photo showed two hands clasped together.
I recognized the mole on the ring finger. It was Nigel's.
The comments below were all Nigel's friends, egging them on.
The little missus is living the good life!
Leona, happy again, huh?
When are we getting wedding candy? Little missus~