He Forgot My Birthday for Her Anniversary Again Chapter 06

He Forgot My Birthday for Her Anniversary Again Chapter 06

Earlier that year, my mom had brought it up. 

Five years together. Time to get serious. 

Pick a date for both families to meet. Even if 

we weren’t ready for marriage, at least get 

engaged. 

I used to dream about walking down the aisle 

with Brady. Dream about our future kids. Dream 

about the three of us, happy. 

But when she asked this time, I went quiet. 

I didn’t want to marry him anymore. 

I couldn’t picture a future. 

Something inside me just… shut down. 

So I said, “Let’s wait. We might not even have 

a future.” 

Mom noticed my resistance and dropped the 

subject. 

But she said, “When you go back, have Brady 

pick you up from the airport. I haven’t seen him in 

a while.” 

time. 

She was testing him. 

I called Brady. Told him what she said. 

He promised to come. Said he’d be there on 

My parents woke up early to cook all his 

favorite dishes. They waited from morning until 

eight at night. 

No Brady. 

I called again. 

“Skyler’s parents asked me to have dinner 

with them. I can’t get away. Just fly back yourself. 

I’ll visit another time.” 

I waited all day for him. 

In the end, I booked the earliest flight out the 

next morning. 

Before I left, I told my mom, “If you stop 

seeing his name or his face on my social media, 

that means I’ve really let him go.” 

Now, on the phone, I said softly, “We broke 

up.” 

She sighed. Sad. Wistful. 

“The first time he came to visit us, he was so 

nervous he tripped on our front step. He held your 

hand like he’d never let go.” 

“Back then, you were all he saw. What 

happened in five years?” 

My parents were each other’s first love. 

Married for decades, still head over heels. 

When Mom first met Brady, she told me, “The 

way he looks at you–it’s the same way your dad. 

looks at me. He really loves you. Don’t break his 

heart.” 

Neither of us ever thought some people’s love 

burns out like fireworks. 

Bright for a second. Then gone. 

We talked for a long time. Until she got sleepy and hung up. 

I cleaned the leftover food off the table, got ready for bed. 

Just as I was about to turn in, Kevin texted. 

[Hey, your ex asked if you’d contacted me. I said no. He’s looking for you everywhere.] 

[Ignore him.] 

I put my phone on silent and went to sleep. 

I thought I’d made myself clear. 

But the next afternoon, Brady showed up 

outside my office. 

“Paige. We need to talk.” 

He walked fast, eyes locked on me. Dark. 

Intense. 

arm. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” 

I tried to step around him. He grabbed my 

His face was tight, barely controlled anger. 

“What did I do wrong?” he demanded, voice 

low. “You just cut me off out of nowhere.” 

Out of nowhere. 

It took me a year to fall out of love with him. 

A year of gradual withdrawal. 

He just never noticed because his attention 

was never on me. 

“Brady. You came all the way here because you want to know what you did wrong?”