He Faked Our Vows While I Was Dying

At twelve, Oswald Harding broke a leg helping me run from the orphanage.

At nineteen, they drew his bone marrow twice to treat my cancer.

At twenty-three, the night he took the executive director's seat at Sanchez Group, he asked me to marry him.

My heart was full. Then I saw the kiss mark on his neck.

Before I could say a word, he dropped straight to his knees, his eyes red.

"Rebecca Henson, the doctor says I have a split personality."

"One is me, one isn't. One loves you, one doesn't."

"The one who betrayed you, that wasn't me!"

I believed it for three whole years.