So Done With Her
On the night before our engagement party, my fiancée went radio silent for five hours—just to buy her male assistant stomach medicine.
When she finally came back, I gave her two choices: fire him, or call off the wedding.
She disappeared for three full days.
The next time I saw her, she showed up at our doorstep soaking wet. She threw her arms around me and said, "I don't want anyone but you."
Then, on our wedding night, she vanished again.
I'm an ER doctor. I got called in for an emergency.
When I got to the hospital, I found out the patient was her assistant. He had a groin injury. My fiancée was standing by his bedside, disheveled, her clothes a mess.
I didn't raise my voice. I just looked at her and said, "Cut ties with him right now. We can still make this work."
Her eyes filled with conflict. She hesitated.
Then she reached down and took his hand.