Ruined by the White Veil
Rotten PillowMarriage EscapeWinning Back the WifeTragic LovePlot TwistsChildhood SweetheartsBiasScumbagRegret
I was born with a strange condition. I couldn't recognize faces and could only identify people by their clothes.
Vincent Lancaster, my boyfriend, never minded. He said it didn't change the way he loved me.
That was, until our wedding day.
He answered a phone call. His childhood friend, Grace Langley, was in labor, life hanging by a thread, and she demanded he come immediately.
My voice shook with despair. "Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!"
But he left anyway, not looking back.
Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white.
A year later, Vincent returned. By then,