Scorched
Tristan Moreno and I are asked when we're getting married when we attend a class reunion.
"We're undecided."
"1st of October."
Our answers come simultaneously. His head shoots up, and he looks at me with anger and disbelief. I ignore him and explain to my classmates, "I'm getting married on the 1st of October. You're all invited."
I know what Tristan wants to ask me. He and I have dated for eight years, but he's never discussed marriage with me.
He drags me to a corner, looking furious. "Didn't we agree to put marriage on hold? Do you take pleasure in forcing me into this?"
I pry his fingers off my wrist and say, "You can put it on hold for as long as you want. That doesn't stop me from getting married."
He's long since gotten bored of me—he's found a younger woman but thinks he's done well in keeping it a secret.
Fortunately, he's not the man I'm marrying.