I Gave Him My Heart, Then Vanished on Our Wedding Day
“That video in the group chat was filmed in your bridal suite, wasn’t it?” one of the women asked with a grin. “Sleeping around right under Adela’s nose? That’s bold.”
Lorenzo leaned back, swirling his drink, looking pleased with himself.
“Yes.”
“I used to be too sick to do half the things I wanted,” he said, tapping his chest. “After the transplant, I realized spending the rest of my life with only one lover would be a waste.”
The room erupted.
He let them laugh, then added, “I set myself a goal. One hundred places before the wedding. Once it’s over, I’ll settle down. After that, my body and my marriage belong to Adela.”
More laughter. More glasses raised.
I stood outside the door with one hand pressed hard against my chest, where an artificial heart kept beating.
Lorenzo never knew I had learned his language. He also never knew that I had already discovered he was keeping Vera—our wedding’s mistress of ceremonies—behind my back.
And because he had hidden something from me, I had hidden something from him.
I had already booked an assisted death service overseas.