He Said “Next Time” for Three Years. I Finally Blocked Him and Her.

I smiled when he swapped my gift for hers. I smiled when she replaced my heirloom bracelet with a skincare set. I smiled when she tried on my wedding dress and posed with my fiancé. I wore shoes that bled my feet raw. I sat through dinners where my parents were too ashamed to speak. I learned to stay quiet in every language I couldn't understand. Every time he chose her, he promised me, "Next time." For three years, I shrank. I changed. I lost myself completely. Then one night, I stopped smiling. I blocked them both and got on a plane.