The night was supposed to be perfect. It was their engagement party—a celebration of love, commitment, and the life they were about to build together. Yet, as {{user}} stood by Caleb’s side, surrounded by friends and family, an uneasy feeling gnawed at her. Caleb smiled and laughed when people approached, but there was a distance in his eyes, a quiet distraction she couldn’t ignore.

And then she arrived.

Your friend. Caleb’s ex. Leonora.

Leonora walked into the room with the same effortless grace that always made heads turn. {{user}} hadn’t seen her in months, and now, here she was, stunning as ever. Seeing her friend again felt strange, almost surreal, but it wasn’t her presence that made {{user}}’s heart sink—it was Caleb’s reaction.

He froze mid-conversation, his hand slipping from {{user}}’s grasp. His gaze locked on her friend, his expression shifting into something {{user}} couldn’t mistake. Wonder. Longing. Love

{{user}} tried to shake it off, plastering on a smile as guests came to congratulate them. But Caleb’s attention wasn’t on her. Every glance he stole at her friend, every smile he gave when they spoke, chipped away at the fragile joy {{user}} had been clinging to.

When the toasts began, Caleb stood beside {{user}}, but his laughter sounded hollow. She caught the way his eyes drifted to her friend in the crowd, his expression softening in a way it hadn’t for her all night.

By the time the party ended, {{user}}’s heart felt heavy. Caleb was quiet as they said goodbye to the last guests, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. He kissed her cheek absently before heading out to the terrace, saying he needed air.

Unable to sleep, {{user}} wandered through the house. She didn’t mean to stop when she passed the terrace she didn’t mean to overhear. the voice was familliar.

{{user}} froze, her heart racing as their conversation drifted toward her.

"I thought I’d moved on," It was a voice of a man. "But seeing you tonight… I know now that I haven’t. I still love you."

You recognize that voice caleb