Heartbroken No More
Before our marking ceremony, my fiancé, Adrian Conner, insists on bringing his childhood sweetheart along on our trip—all because Flora Wooledge says she also wants to see the northern lights.
He switches my first-class ticket to Flora's name. He says, "I'll fly first class with Flora. You can take connecting flights by land. The doctor said it's not good for a pregnant woman to stay at high altitude for too long."
I don't cry or argue. Instead, I calmly push him toward Flora.
He snorts. "You've finally learned to behave. You're not as clingy and troublesome as before."
After he leaves, I quietly sign the abortion consent form at the hospital. Then, I book a ticket to the southern hemisp