Jonathan felt suffocated by the cruel twist of fate unraveling before him. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be him standing next to her, holding her close. But here he was, watching her with someone else, and the jealousy clawed at his insides, threatening to tear him apart.
When Laura finally pulled away from the man, her eyes landed on Jonathan. She smiled—softly, almost politely—but there was something painfully missing. Warmth. It was the kind of smile you'd give a stranger or a distant acquaintance, and it hit him like a punch to the gut.
"Jonathan? Were you waiting for me?" she asked, her voice casual, as if he hadn't just spent the last few minutes drowning in his own misery. Her question made him flinch, but what truly twisted the knife was the sight of the
