Of Lost Loves and Heartbreaks
Bertrand Callum was a well-known lawyer in our circle and my fiancé.
We had agreed to go on our honeymoon right after registering our marriage. But he broke that promise again and again.
He took his secretary to every place I had dreamed of visiting.
On my birthday, he brought her to Saltorlini, the place we had planned to go together.
Later, he gave up our marriage registration just because she had sprained her ankle.
Even when I was in a car accident and on the verge of death, he hung up on my call for help because of something she said.
After I recovered, I went alone to Acreatic, a place I had always longed to see, and moved out of the home we once shared.
A week after I left, Bertrand called to scold me.
"Annie, you need to stop overreacting. Are you really going to divorce me over something so trivial?"
I wanted to remind him that we had never actually registered our marriage. But ultimately, I shut up and said nothing. After all, there was nothing between us anymore.