[Bella's POV]When I heard Brian Dicht's familiar, gentle voice, I instinctively bit my lip. I tested the waters and said softly, "Brian, I think my stomach's acting up. Can you come home and stay with me tonight?"There were a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line. Then, he said, "I'm sorry, Bella. There's some urgent stuff to attend to at the office. Have the maids make you some soup. If it still hurts, there's an antacid in the medicine cabinet."The call was cut off without hesitation, and the huge living room sank back into silence.I'd been with Brian for five years, and I'd always believed our love would stand strong, no matter what. He remembered that I didn't eat onions, remembered the dates of my period, remembered I needed warm milk when I stayed up late rushing design drafts, and remembered my quirks and habits.Our wedding was in just a few days.I kept telling myself this was all just a coincidence. However, when I opened that social media post again,
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