He Married Her for a Game, So I Disappeared
After losing a game of truth or dare, my fiancé went to City Hall and married another woman.
I had called him forty-seven times.
In the end, the only answer I got was Seraphina’s Instagram story.
In the photo, she and Vincenzo were holding a brand-new marriage certificate. She was smiling like she had won, and he was wearing the white shirt I had ironed for him that morning, his fingers casually pinching her cheek.
One minute later, he called me.
“Elena, don’t make this bigger than it is. It was just a game. Give me thirty days. I’ll divorce her, and then we’ll get married like we planned.”
He thought I would forgive him the way I always had for the past three years.
But this time, I didn’t cry.
I didn’t make a scene.
I simply liked Seraphina’s post and commented, Congratulations.
Then I took off my engagement ring and left New York.
He thought I was just throwing a fit.
Only when his calls stopped going through, and his men searched the entire city without finding me, did he finally panic.
But he had no idea.
The Elena who loved him had died the moment he married someone else.