As Marguerite slid into the back seat of the car, her phone buzzed. Laura’s message flashed on the screen: “Ms. Taylor, check the trending news now!”
Curious, Marguerite tapped the link. In an instant, her heart dropped—Benjamin was getting engaged.
She’d braced herself for this day, but actually seeing the news hit her like a punch to the gut. Her chest tightened, an ache she couldn’t ignore.
She quietly put her phone away, her fingertips drumming anxiously on the seat, while her other hand pressed to her forehead, rubbing at the tension building behind her eyes.
Before she could collect herself, the phone rang again. Marguerite glanced at the caller ID. Some of the weariness left her face.
“Hello…?” Her voice was soft, barely more than a breath, like a gentle breeze rippling the calm surface of a lake—just enough to betray a hint of inner turmoil.
“I’ve seen the news. Looks like he’s marrying that wonderful little sister of his. But none of this matters to me anymore.”
She kept her tone even and detached, as if she were talking about someone else’s life.
A sigh echoed from the man on the other end of the line—heavy, resigned, like dry autumn leaves falling to the ground.
“Maybe it’s for the best. Now you can finally let go.”
“Your dad heard about it and was so angry, he wanted to go over and punch that jerk right in the face.”
His words were thick with love and protectiveness, the kind that made Marguerite’s heart ache in a different way.
She let out a short laugh, a sound that was part relief, part self-mockery, as if she were laughing at her own foolishness—and at the world’s cruel sense of humor.
“Don’t worry. I’m done with him. I won’t shed another tear for a man like that.”
Her voice was quiet, but there was a new steel in it.

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