8 Times Almost a WifeI merely brought up the wedding decorations, and my fiancé's first love ran out of the room in tears.
Ian Murray slapped me so hard I fell to the ground. His face twisted in fury, teeth clenched with hatred.
"Daphne, are you that desperate to get married? Afraid no one else will want you, so you're clinging to me, forcing me into it? Our wedding next week is postponed!"
I held my face, but not even a ripple stirred in my heart.
This made the eighth time he'd postponed it.
I had been waiting for him since I was twenty-eight. Now, in my early thirties, I was still getting nowhere closer to being married.
So this time, I quietly packed my things and chose to leave.
Maybe this marriage didn't need to happen after all.