After I Stopped Loving Him

On Valentine's Day, the hottest new Oscar winner and his first love trended on X with their "Lost and Found" love story.

The internet went wild, shipping them hard while throwing shade my way.

Meanwhile, Jackson Williams was drowning his sorrows at the bar, drunkenly pushing me away, "Beat it, you aren't my Emily."

Well, you're not my Chris either.

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It was no secret: Jackson Williams married me on a rebound when his first love, Emily Troutt, bolted for a study abroad gig.

Before getting married, he was as nice to me as a grumpy cat, kicking me when he was ticked off.

When Emily jetted off without a second look, Jackson, in a fit of spite, whisked me off to City Hall to get hitched.

By our second anniversary, he'd turned over a new leaf.

He'd wake me with a gentle nudge, and share a table with me for three square meals a day.

He'd kiss me with a grin whenever I acted all cutesy and clingy.

He'd ditch work to let me snuggle on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

When we really connected, it was magic between the sheets.

His whispers in the night were pure temptation.

"Honey, let's make a baby."

When my pregnancy started to show at social gatherings, he'd stroke my baby bump, his eyes soft with tenderness.

That's when I thought he might really let go of Emily and just fall for me.

Our friends were all about how sweet and solid we were together.

Sadly, Emily decided to return.

And just like that, everything went sideways.