Replaced Wife of my first love

Chapter 13

Zian's pov:

Dear Diary,
3, February 2018,
As I walked up to the door of Trisha's house, I felt a knot in my stomach. I was nervous about spending the day with her, but I had promised her that I would help her with making cupcakes. As she opened the door, I was struck by how beautiful she was looking. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans.

"Hey," she said, smiling at me. "Thanks for coming over."

"No problem," I said, trying to sound casual. "So what type of cupcake do you want to make,"

"Umm, something Chocolaty," she explained.

"Sounds cool," I said, trying to sound interested.

We spent the next few hours driving around town, buying everything we needed to make cupcakes from the local shops to the abandoned shops on the outskirts of town. As we worked, I found myself relaxing around her. She was funny and smart, and I could see why Zian was so into her.

As the day wore on, By the time we finished making the cupcakes, I felt like I had missed my friend for so long, we actually needed this.

As I said goodbye to her and walked back to my scooty, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. Spending the day with Trisha had always been my happiness, and I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises life had in store for me.
--Siya

Dear Diary,
7th March 2018,
I was sitting in the park, enjoying the warm sun on my face when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Hey, stranger," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

I turned around to see Abhimaan standing there, a mischievous grin on his face. My heart felt happy as I looked at him, the memories of our relationship flooding back.

"Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What brings you here?"

He shrugged, taking a seat beside me on the bench. "Just passing through," he said. "Thought I'd say hi."

We sat in silence for a few moments, the air between us thick with tension. Finally, he spoke up. "You know, I was thinking about the time we would go to McDonald's after coaching," he said, a twinkle in his eye.

I couldn't help but smile, the memory of our coaching days still fresh in my mind. "Yeah, that was a great time," I said and He chuckled.

We talked for a while longer, reminiscing about our past adventures. As we chatted, I felt myself relaxing, the tension between us slowly melting away.

Finally, he stood up, brushing off his pants. "Well, I should probably get going," he said. "I'll meet you later,"

I stood up as well, feeling a sense of sadness wash over me. "Yeah, it was good to see you too," I said.

As he turned to leave, he looked back at me, a hint of a smile on his face. "You know," he said, "I always did like making you laugh."

I couldn't help but smile, the memory of his jokes and silly antics flooding back. "Yeah," I said. "You always were good at that."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me to wonder what might have been. As I walked home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness.
--Siya

Dear Diary
29th March 2018
I couldn't believe my luck when Zian invited me out to dinner. As I walked into the restaurant, I saw him sitting at a table, with Trisha by his side. My heart sank.