The Last Favor I Owe
After I voluntarily gave up my position as the team's starting carry to my boyfriend's first love, he was pleased by how obedient I had been.
As a reward, he moved our wedding date forward.
But on the day of the ceremony, his precious first love, consumed by jealousy, pressed a dagger against herself and begged through tears, "Ethan, please don't marry her. Please."
Ethan, who had always been cold and composed, instantly panicked. He pleaded with me over and over, begging me to save her life.
Every guest at the wedding was waiting to see me make a fool of myself. Instead, I stayed calm and quietly handed over my place as the bride.
Seeing how understanding I was, just as I had always been, Ethan's eyes reddened. "I promise this is the last time I'll let you suffer. As soon as the wedding is over, we'll get our marriage license and make it official."
But he had forgotten something. This was the ninety-sixth time he had hurt me. And I had no intention of spending the rest of my life with him.
I was only waiting for three more promises.
Once I had repaid the debt I owed him for saving my grandmother's life all those years ago, I would walk away for good.
From that day on, our paths would never cross again.