I used to ask him if I had done something wrong, constantly trying to please him, thinking I could win back his affection.
Until the day I overheard him in a private room, talking to his friends.
"Eloise isn’t bad, but compared to Siena, she just doesn’t measure up.”
“Siena, if only you’d come back a few years earlier, we could’ve had a kid in school by now.”
I remember Siena laughing softly, playfully teasing him. “Colin, am I your true love?”
His friends had cheered them on, calling them the real couple.
Siena would always brush off their comments, but she would still post ambiguous messages on social media. And Colin wasn't any different—he loved the attention, the way people thought he was Siena’s true husband, not mine.
We fought about it once. However, Colin told me I was overreacting, that there was no need to prove anything, and that I should respect his choices.
He promised me he’d set boundaries with Siena, but those boundaries never held.
Whenever she looked at him with those teary eyes, he would forget all sense of reason.
And as for me? He always believed I would never leave him. That no matter how far he pushed, I’d always come crawling back.
Seven years of marriage had taught me the harshest lesson.
To Colin, Siena was the untouchable 'first love'—the woman he would always cherish from afar. As for me? I was like the 'cow dung,' the thing he could casually mock and discard.
But what he forgot was that I was not like him. I won’t grovel forever.
And as for his so-called savior, I had my doubts. Was Siena truly the one who saved his life all those years ago?
Or was that just another story she spun to keep him hooked?
