Eight Years Wasted The Betrayal That Set Me Free

The day before the wedding, my fiancée skipped the rehearsal.

That evening, I got a text from her.

Reuben's been diagnosed with a terminal illness. He doesn't have long.

He loves me so much. I can't go through with a wedding right now and break his heart.

I need to go abroad with him for treatment. A year at least, two at most. I promise I'll come back and marry you.

I'll need to focus on him during this time, so I might go off the grid. Make up whatever excuse you want for postponing the wedding. If you're worried about losing face, just blame it on me.

I typed back a single word: