A Saint I Cannot Keep
The night before our wedding, my fiancee, Winona Yale, sleeps with her first love. He tells her he has cancer and wants to lose his virginity before he dies, and she agrees to fulfill his dying wish.
Later that night, I, Liam Parker, receive photos of them together in bed.
I laugh coldly and text back, "If she's that much of a saint, she's all yours."
The next morning, I cancel the wedding and announce a party to celebrate staying single.
Winona panics, showing up in her white dress with red-rimmed eyes. Her voice shakes as she sobs.
"You don't want to marry me anymore?"