I Left Before He Could Put the Ring Back On

One week before our engagement ceremony, fiancé took me and his foster sister to their hundredth dinner together.

The maitre d' knew their table, their wine, and Serena's favorite meal. She sat beside the fireplace while I was squeezed into a chair in the aisle.

Then the restaurant presented them with a silver decanter engraved:

D & S. Always at the same table.

The date beneath it was my birthday three years ago—the night Damian had abandoned me at a clinic because of an "emergency."

He had spent those two hours here with her.