Mondays isn’t one of favourite days. I had so much work, so little time and my boss being all moody, made me angry and bored at the same time.

I got home and slumped myself on the couch tuning into my favourite show ‘Celebrity Gossip’. I discarded my shoes and the jacket.

I silently watched different updates of other people’s lives. Just right after a short break Richard and a girl I had never seen before displayed on the screen and the headline read ‘WEDDING BELLS CONFIRMED’. All the blood drained from my face.

I got played the third time, why couldn’t I learn from the first. I levelled myself stupid and cried myself to sleep.

Noises of people talking in the hallway woke me up to realise I had been sleeping in the same position for over an hour. I made my way to my bedroom, the moment my head hit the pillow sleep took over.

I woke up with light flooding in my room, a headache and I could feel my eyes were swollen. My heart was heavy with the hurt. It felt like someone pierced my heart deep and it crumbled, I had never felt like that before, not even after Zach.

I went over to the mirror in the bathroom. The face that was beaming back at me was visually not mine, you could tell I had been crying.

I called in sick because I wanted to wallow myself in pity for being fooled and for fooling myself to believe some men are different out there. Beth had the breakfast already done when I got to the kitchen.

“Jeez Leah, are you okay… you look…”

I cut her off before she could continue, “I’ll be fine.”

I tried to smile at her then dished out my food. I wasted no time and I started eating and then the memories we had made in such a little time came crashing in my brain.

“Honestly Leah is this anything about Rich?”

“The tabloid’s said he’s getting married.” I stated angrily and hurt.

How could I not see what the future looked like? Instead I fell deeper for him.

“Did you try to confront him in any way?”

I shook my head.

“Give him a call, it’s better to be confirmed first hand.”

Why would I even call him? I needed to get over him; even if it meant moving out of the city I would forget Rich and his charms.

Beth left for work an hour later. I wouldn’t wallow in pity all day. I took a long relaxing bath and made myself a second breakfast; I made waffles dipped in honey and a hot mug of dark hot chocolate. I sat on the couch and switched my phone on before I selected a program to watch. I settled for decoration and fashion trends, one of my favourites too.

A ton of missed calls from Rich made me roll my eyes. I swiped the screen to unlock the phone and I was welcomed with notifications and messages from Rich. I decided to read one message at a time. As much as it didn’t matter anymore I was curious to see what he had to say if he saw what the tabloids said.

I was reading through all the messages telling me the tabloids got everything twisted, asking me to answer him or least tell him I was okay. But I didn’t want to in the end, he was still getting married and I was at the other end going through the pain of seeing him with another woman.

An urgent knock thudded on the door and I groaned. I opened the door revealing a desperate and uneasy Richard. For a moment he just looked at me saying nothing, he looked like he couldn’t believe I was standing in front of him. If he wasn’t going to say anything then I was going to.

Tell us: What would you do in Leah’s position?