Writing Goodbye in My Vows
After I slips and falls in the bathroom, I calls out to my boyfriend, Jared Hammond, for help. But all he does is accuse me of trying to seduce him in my wet clothes.
"None of your tricks are going to work! I'm not touching you until Elsie graduates!" he yells.
He rushes out to help Elsie Sandberg—the younger sister of his first love, who passed away—with her thesis, ignoring my cries and slamming the door behind him.
The pain's so intense I nearly black out, but I manage to use the last of my strength to call an ambulance.
Later, the doctor tells me I've suffered a serious fracture and need to be hospitalized. I tried to call Jared over ten times, but he never picks up.
Then, I see Elsie's latest Instagram post. "Help! How do I win over a ridiculously hot professor?"
The photo shows Jared's hand resting on hers as he patiently walks her through her thesis proposal, again and again.
After being discharged from the hospital, I agreed to the marriage that Mom and Dad set up.
"Yeah. The sooner the wedding, the better," I said.