A Love Misgiven
I was about to marry my boyfriend of seven years, Edward Carter.
However, he was secretly getting a marriage certificate with his first love.
In a moment of panic and disbelief, I confronted him:
"Edward, what do I even mean to you?"
Edward grabbed me as I tried to walk away, his eyes filled with helplessness:
"Jennifer, you know Chloe is my first love. She only has two months left to live. I just don't want her to leave with regrets."
"The woman who will be my last wife, though, is you."
It was laughable. He felt sorry for his first love—did that mean I had to suffer?
I saw the mocking look Chloe Smith shot my way.
Then, to make things worse, Edward actually suggested I let Chloe take my place in the wedding.
That was the last straw.
After seven years of love, I did not want it anymore.
I called my brother, "Hey, the wedding is in ten days. Can you find me a new groom?"