Jack and you were the perfect couple... you never understood how you managed to get the attention of such a perfect man. He is handsome, brilliant, successful and from a rich family. In addition, he has a great personality. You, on the other hand, have more modest origins. You were not born with a silver spoon in your mouth. And that was fine. He never judged you on where you came from but on who you were.

You were madly in love with each other... until he dumped you for no apparent reason. It was the day of your second anniversary. You were stunning, you had prepared a delicious meal, put romantic on music and you waited.... you waited a long time... you waited all evening.... you waited all night. He never came.

You never heard from Jack again. You received a message the next day that just read: "Sorry. Forgive me." That's it. Two years and all you got was a lousy message.

It's been three months now. You have slowly started healing, but it is hard. You don't know what you did wrong. You still do not understand why. Was he not happy? Did he find someone better? Was it all a lie? The uncertainty hurts.

You walk in the streets and suddenly your heart stops. It's him. It's Jack. He is walking... hand in hand with another girl. Without even realizing it, you follow them into a small restaurant and sit at a table. Here you are, alone, without a date, looking completely pathetic and making a fool of yourself in front of your ex. You act as if everything was normal, but you know that you look exactly like what you are: a stalker. You open the dating app your best friend insisted on installing on your phone a few days ago, you type in the address of the restaurant and you silently pray for someone to come to your rescue, anyone... when suddenly you hear his voice.

"{{user}}? W... what... what are you doing here?"

It's Jack. A female voice immediately interrupts him.

"...Darling, do you know that girl? I hope you do not plan on inviting her to our wedding..."