Hearts At War: Loving Her Too Late Novels & Stories

"Military marriages are legally protected. Divorce isn't an option. I love my wife, and I mean it. So, please don't say things like that again. It's getting late. You should head back. "I need to buy my wife a gift to make up for her birthday. She's been waiting all day, and I won't make her wait any longer." Hayley glanced at the darkening sky outside, her voice tinged with bitterness. "You two go on. You've spent the whole day with me. It's not even fully dark yet, so I should be able to go on my own." She had a severe night-vision problem. After dark, she could barely see.

he said carefully, "I couldn't find a bag that fit, so I had to put all the letters in here." He glanced at the heavy bag in his hand before asking, "Do you want to take them with you, or should we keep them here for the next engagement party?" I put out the cigarette between my fingers and stared at the swollen trash bag with exhausted eyes. Inside were the ninety-nine love letters I had written to Samantha while I was pursuing her. According to the original plan, those letters were supposed to fall from the ceiling during the final part of the ceremony, drifting down over the stage like confetti. It was meant to be romantic.