Seven Years of the Cold War, and He Still Hasn't Forgotten Me Even Though Our Son Is Seven

After seven years of no contact, I returned to China with my seven-year-old son to visit my parents. As soon as I got off the plane, I ran into my ex’s best friend at the airport. He asked me, “Seven years have passed. When are you going to apologize to Mingyuan for running away from your wedding?” His childhood friend, Gu Mingyuan, was my ex. We had almost gotten married. Seven years ago, we held our wedding at a hotel. But just as the bride was about to make her entrance, he suddenly announced that the ceremony was on hold and pulled a girl in a white dress up from the audience. He turned to the guests and declared with heartfelt sincerity, “Xue’er was my first love. I promised I’d walk down the aisle with her at least once.” “Once the wedding is over today, I’ll put the past behind me. This is my chance to fulfill that promise.” Then he looked at the emcee and gestured for the ceremony to continue. The guests erupted in an uproar. Everyone was waiting to see me, the bride-to-be, make a fool of myself. After a moment’s silence, I gathered up my wedding dress and walked out. He didn’t chase me, and I didn’t wait. Now, seven years later, my child is already seven. My ex’s friend is still urging me to get down on my knees and apologize so we can rekindle our relationship. I laughed, then pulled my son out from behind me and brought him over to the man. “Sweetie, say hello to Uncle. Tell him what your dad’s name is.”