I always thought I could find happiness, until my fiancé, the man I once entrusted my life to, became increasingly close to his ex-girlfriend...

I scanned the crowd for Lucas.

I found him on the dance floor.

He was dancing with Celeste Whitmore.

For a second, I simply watched.

They looked... right together. His palm settled at her waist with an intimacy that felt automatic.

I felt it - the faint, unfamiliar tightening in my chest.

Nearby, two women murmured as they watched the dance.

"They look incredible together," one said.

"They always did," the other replied.

Always.

Three years of love. Three years of companionship. In this moment, it all vanished.

I stood there, watching the man I love dance gracefully on the dance floor, wondering: when exactly did I become a bystander?

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The ballroom was already full when Sophie arrived.

Music drifted upward - strings, precise and expensive - and the room shimmered with people who belonged here instinctively. Women who wore gowns as if they'd been born in them. Men who spoke in low, assured tones, their confidence inherited rather than earned.

Sophie paused just inside the entrance, adjusting the fall of her dress. She wasn't uncomfortable exactly. She'd learned how to exist in these rooms over the last three years. How to smile without trying too hard. How to stand without shrinking.

She scanned the crowd for Lucas.

She found him on the dance floor.

He was dancing with Celeste Whitmore.

For a second, Sophie simply watched.

They looked... right together. That was the thing. Lucas was tall, broad-shouldered, elegant without effort. Celeste moved like she knew she was being watched - not with arrogance, but with ease. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder. His palm settled at her waist with an intimacy that felt automatic.

Sophie told herself it was nothing.

They were old friends. Everyone knew that. Celeste had always been part of Lucas's world - childhood summers, shared schools, overlapping circles. She had gone away for years, and now she was back, slipping seamlessly into the spaces she had once occupied.

Still, Sophie felt it - the faint, unfamiliar tightening in her chest.

Nearby, two women murmured as they watched the dance.

"They look incredible together," one said, not unkindly.

"They always did," the other replied.

Always.

Sophie's fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. Lucas laughed at something Celeste said, his head tipping back slightly. It was a sound Sophie knew well. Or thought she did.

He hadn't laughed like that with her in a while.

She reminded herself - don't be dramatic. Three years of love didn't vanish because of one dance. She had never been the jealous type. She trusted him. Trusted them.

Still, she didn't move closer.

She stayed where she was, watching the man she loved glide across the floor, and wondered when exactly she had become a spectator.

Dinner was announced shortly after.

Sophie took her seat beside Lucas, grateful for the familiarity of his presence - his knee brushing hers, his arm briefly settling at the back of her chair. For a moment, she relaxed.

Celeste sat across from them.

Conversation flowed easily. Stories, laughter, shared memories. Sophie listened more than she spoke, smiling at the right moments, nodding along.

When there was a pause, she took it.

"The twins won first place at the regional science fair," she said, her voice brightening without effort. "They built this-"

"Oh," Celeste interrupted lightly, tilting her head. "That's cute."

The word landed oddly. Cute. Not unkind - just dismissive, somehow.

Sophie hesitated, then continued. "They designed a working-"

Lucas chuckled. "Yeah, her stories are usually like that," he said fondly, reaching for his wine. "Very... enthusiastic."

He meant it well. Sophie knew that.

But the table laughed - politely, distantly - and something inside her pinched.

She smiled, the expression practiced. "I just thought you'd like to know."

She didn't try again.

Across the table, Lucas's aunt - Eleanor - noticed.

Eleanor said nothing. She simply met Sophie's eyes once, held the look a fraction longer than polite, then glanced back at Lucas and Celeste.

The look wasn't pity.

It was recognition.

That unsettled Sophie more than the interruption had.

After dinner, the room loosened. People stood, mingled, drifted into clusters. Sophie found herself beside Lucas again, relief flickering briefly - until Celeste appeared, as if summoned.

"Do you remember that place near the lake?" Celeste asked Lucas. "The one we used to go to on Saturdays?"

Lucas smiled immediately. "Yeah. Of course."

They began talking logistics - times, weather, who else might come. Sophie listened, waiting for the moment someone would turn to her and say we.

It didn't come.

She stood there, glass empty in her hand, hearing plans form in real time - plans she was not part of.

When she finally spoke, it surprised even her.

"Saturday?" she asked gently. "I thought... never mind."

Lucas turned to her then, distracted but affectionate. "What?"

She shook her head. "It's nothing."

And maybe it was. Maybe she was imagining patterns where none existed. Maybe this was just a busy season. A temporary overlap of old friendships and new adjustments.

But as they left the gala later that night, Celeste walked close to Lucas, her hand briefly brushing his arm as she thanked him for the evening.

Sophie followed a step behind.

For the first time in months, the loneliness wasn't loud or sharp.

It was quiet.

And that frightened her more.

Lucas was dressing when Sophie realised he wasn't going to ask.

She sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping the science fair gift carefully - tissue paper smoothed, corners folded with care. The twins had insisted she get something "useful but impressive." She smiled faintly at the memory.

Lucas fastened his watch, movements efficient, practiced.

"You're heading out early?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Celeste wants to beat the traffic to the lake."

The sentence landed fully formed. Final.

He didn't look at her.

He didn't ask if she was coming.

He didn't ask if she was okay going alone.

She waited - a small, ridiculous pause - for the question to arrive.

It didn't.

"We'll be back by evening," he added, as if that helped.

She nodded.

"Oh," she said lightly. "I got something for the twins. I thought maybe you'd want to give it to them yourself before you-"

The doorbell rang.

Lucas checked his phone, already moving. "That'll be Celeste."

She stepped inside as if she belonged there. Casual, confident, familiar.

"Oh, I love this place," Celeste said, glancing around. "It's so... you two."

Sophie stiffened.

Celeste's eyes lingered on the framed photograph near the bookshelf - Sophie and Lucas at a fair, laughing, cotton candy between them.

"You still keep that?" Celeste asked, smiling. "God, remember the version we had? That summer?"

Lucas laughed lightly. "Yeah, that one was something."

Something.

Sophie waited for him to say ours is better. Or that's ours now. Or anything that drew a line.

He didn't.

Celeste tilted her head, amused. "Ours was definitely more fun."

Lucas shrugged, noncommittal. "Different times."

Different times.

Sophie felt it then - not anger, but a strange sense of unreality. As if something personal had been handled casually, passed back and forth without weight.

Celeste turned back to Lucas. "Ready?"

"Yeah," he said.

They were at the door before Sophie realised she hadn't finished her sentence.

"I'll be at my brother's," she said quietly.

Lucas paused, already halfway out. "Right. Have fun."

The door closed behind them.

The twins ran to her the moment she arrived.

"Aunt Sophie!"

"Did he come?"

The question was innocent. It hurt anyway.

"He had something else," she said, smiling. "But look what I brought."

They crowded around the gift, excitement loud and immediate. Her brother hugged her, warm and solid.

"Where's Lucas?" someone asked later, over drinks.

"Oh," she said. "He's tied up."

She said it so easily she surprised herself.

As the evening unfolded - laughter, noise, pride - Sophie felt both present and oddly hollow. She kept thinking of the moment she'd waited for him to ask.

Of how it never came.

By the time she returned home, the apartment felt too quiet.

Lucas came in later, sun-warmed and relaxed.

"How was it?" he asked, distracted.

"It was good," she said.

And for the first time, she realised she hadn't lied.

It had been good.

It just hadn't included him.

The plan reached her the way things had been reaching her lately - already formed.

They were in the car, Lucas driving, the city sliding past in soft focus. Celeste sat in the front passenger seat, scrolling through her phone.

"I booked the lunch," Celeste said. "It'll be nice to do it like we used to."

Lucas smiled. "Perfect."

Sophie shifted in the back seat.

Lunch.

She waited, counting the seconds between breaths, for Lucas to turn and say Is that okay?

He didn't.

"It's a bit of a drive," Celeste added. "Hope that's alright."

Sophie leaned forward. "Where is it?"

Celeste glanced back, surprised - as if she'd forgotten Sophie was there. "Oh. It's by the coast."

Lucas shrugged. "We'll make a day of it."

A day.

Sophie nodded slowly. "Okay."

The restaurant was beautiful - all white linen and glass, light pouring in from every angle. The table overlooked the water.

They sat. Orders were placed. Wine arrived.

Conversation flowed - memories, jokes, names Sophie didn't know.

She tried to enter once.

"We did something similar with my class last term," she said, smiling. "The twins-"

Celeste laughed lightly. "You always bring it back to school," she said. "That's sweet."

Sweet.

Lucas smiled faintly. "She loves her kids."

He didn't look at Sophie when he said it.

The conversation moved on.

She tried again later, quieter this time. "Actually, I just meant-"

Lucas sighed, not unkindly. "Sophie, relax. You're overthinking it."

The words settled between them like a verdict.

She went quiet after that.

Not sulking.

Not angry.

Just... absent.

She focused on the view, on the rhythm of cutlery, on being polite. When Celeste leaned close to Lucas, when their laughter softened into familiarity, Sophie watched without comment.

She waited - still - for Lucas to notice.

He didn't.

On the drive back, she sat behind him again.

She stopped looking for openings.

At home, she slipped out of her heels, placed them neatly by the door.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said.

Lucas nodded. "Okay."

She stood under the water longer than necessary, letting the sound drown out everything else.

Later, lying in bed beside him, she realised something with startling clarity:

She was still showing up.

But she had stopped expecting to be held there.

And that was the beginning.