When Love No Longer Exists, Hatred Last Forever

On the evening of our dinner date with my parents, we waited at the restaurant from day until night, but Everett Turner never showed up.

I tried calling him, but couldn't reach him at all.

Instead, I saw his childhood sweetheart, Sydney Elliott, posted an update on the social platform.

In the photo, she sat in the car with a smile, wearing a familiar ring.

Her caption read, "Thanks for Mr. Turner's birthday gift. I love it."

I scrolled through her update and quietly liked the post.

Later, I told him, "Since you like her, just marry her."