Curiosity led me to dig deeper and I discovered Mark had booked dinner at an upscale French restaurant he’d never taken me to. The reservation? Next Friday, 7 p.m.
I didn’t confront him. I prepared in silence.
When the evening came, I dressed carefully and went to that restaurant. I reserved a table placed right next to Mark’s, only a slim glass divider between us. But I wasn’t alone.
I had invited someone – Daniel, my ex-boyfriend. Now a branch director at a financial firm, he once admired Mark back when we all knew each other. Even after my marriage, Daniel and I stayed in occasional touch as friends.
I called him and simply said:
“I need someone to have dinner with. Not for romance—just to help me close an old chapter.”
He agreed immediately.
That night, I wore a simple black dress, tasteful makeup, and carried myself with calm restraint. When Daniel and I arrived, the staff guided us to our table—right beside Mark’s, exactly as I’d arranged.
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