The next day…
Ring… ring…
Cassandra listened to the ringing, lowering her head as she waited for the last tone. The call didn't go through. Looking at her phone, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes softened, and she laughed at herself in mockery.
"What did I expect?" she whispered, huffing sharply. "I crossed the line."
It wasn't Finn who had thrown away their friendship—it was Cassandra.
Even after breaking off their engagement, the two had maintained a friendship. Sometimes, they'd catch up over a call, just to check on each other. It was all fine until Cassandra started envying Finn. It wasn't even Nina she envied.
It was Finn.
Nina was a mere casualty. After all, both Cassandra and Finn had come from the same place—both had experienced broken engagements. But while Cassandra was still struggling to understand Jonathan, Finn had found happiness.
