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With another woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She clung to his arm. He carried her shopping bags. They looked like a couple. Kate tried to stop me from reacting, but I couldn\u2019t breathe. We followed them. I watched him open her door, walk her up to a fancy house, kiss her cheek\u2026 and drive off like nothing happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was livid. Heartbroken. Betrayed. I marched up to her house, knocked on the door, and when she answered with a smile, I threw a smoothie in her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop sleeping with my boyfriend!\u201d I screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shrieked. Threatened to call the cops. I didn\u2019t care. I stormed off, my heart pounding. That night, when Michael came home, I saw the faint lipstick mark still on his cheek. He lied, saying it was \u201clunch leftovers.\u201d I said nothing. I just waited\u2014for family dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then\u2026 she walked in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The woman I\u2019d humiliated. Smoothie still fresh in my memory. Arm in arm with Michael. I screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat is she doing here?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael blinked. \u201cYou mean\u2026 my mom?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The world stopped spinning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d I asked, my voice hollow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, Olivia. I\u2019m sure.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His mother\u2014Cynthia\u2014was the woman I had accused, followed, and assaulted. She greeted me with a smile as sharp as a blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNice to finally meet you. Shame you won\u2019t be part of my son\u2019s life much longer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She turned to Michael. \u201cShe\u2019s the crazy girl I told you about. The one who threw a smoothie in my face.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michael looked at me, stunned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI thought she was your girlfriend,\u201d I said weakly. \u201cWe followed you. I saw you with her. I lost it. I thought\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sighed. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you just ask me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cynthia smirked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI wanted to see her face when she realized,\u201d she said smugly. \u201cNow dump her and let\u2019s go to dinner somewhere better.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not dumping her,\u201d Michael replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cynthia gasped. \u201cWhat?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even I was shocked. \u201cMichael\u2026 what I did was insane. I was a maniac.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, but you didn\u2019t know who she was. And you\u2019re my maniac.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he got down on one knee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOlivia, I love you. Will you marry me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tears filled my eyes. \u201cYes. Of course, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cynthia exploded, demanding he call it off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t get to forbid anything,\u201d Michael snapped. \u201cAnd I know you saw her watching us. You kissed me on the cheek. You don\u2019t even do that. You wanted her to see.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She tried again. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t deserve you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll decide that. And if you can\u2019t accept it\u2026 you can leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And she did. Stormed out with her husband trailing behind. I turned to Michael, shaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d he said. \u201cIf I saw you with another guy, I\u2019d probably do worse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he kissed me\u2014and suddenly, I remembered why I loved him in the first place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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