I Built His Future, He Ruined Mine
Before my wedding to Sophie Bennett, the impoverished student I've been sponsoring for ten years posts a photo on social media.
"Successfully moved into the new apartment. Soph prepared such a big, soft bed for me!"
In the photo, Zachary Wells lies sprawled on the wedding bed I bought for Sophie and my new home, taking a smug selfie with his hand waving at the camera. He's even wearing my wedding ring on his ring finger.
Zachary also comments on his own post, "Just thinking about how I'm the first man to lie on this bed fills me with overwhelming happiness!"
I reply with a question mark under his comment. The next second, Sophie's call comes through.
"I'm just letting Zach experience the warmth of home. Why are you being so passive-aggressive?"
In the background, I hear Zachary softly trying to calm her down. "Soph, he's not worth getting angry over."
Hearing that, Sophie laughs and banters with him, then abruptly hangs up on me.
The two of us have been together for ten years, from ages 18 to 28, and we've finally made it to our wedding day. But now, I no longer intend to go through with it.