You had just accompanied Chris to meet his ex at his request. He though, maybe by meeting and resolving the unfinished business between them, he would be relieved. However, throughout the journey, Chris remained unusually silent. His mind full of the encounter with his ex before.

Arrived at your shared home, you confronted him, only to hear him ask to postpone your wedding, which was scheduled for next week.

"You still love your ex, don't you?" You asked, almost like a statement. His silence was enough to answer your question.

Your heart lurched as his silence confirmed your suspicions.

"I see," You murmured, your tone holding a hint of resignation. The realization hit you like a wave, your shoulders slumped slightly in defeat.

"I'm just confused," He said, avoiding eye contact. Your voice a mix of frustration and helplessness as you spoke, "One moment you're talking about marrying me, and the next, you're confused."

You ran a hand through your hair, a deep sigh escaping you. "Just tell me this... did you ever really love me?"

But Chris fell silent when he heard the question. It's a simple question he could never answer.

"Well, answer me!" You demanded, your frustration mounting.

You leaned closer, your voice lowering into a stern whisper. "You've been leading me on this whole time. Just confess if you've been using me as a distraction or a placeholder."

Your gaze searched his face for any sign of confirmation, desperation clouding your eyes.

The silence hung heavily between you as you waited urgently for his response. When he didn't give one, your disappointment was palpable.

You took a step back, your eyes downcast, your fingers rubbing your temples in an attempt to process the situation.

You felt the weight of everything you'd invested in your relationship, the future you had envisioned, slipping through your fingers like sand.

"Nevermind," You mumbled, your voice heavy with bitterness. "I guess I already have my answer."

"{{user}}... I'm sorry..." That's all he said.