My Fiancé Walked Away When I Needed Him Most – A Stranger Made My Dream Wedding Possible
Then he repeated himself.
“I can’t do this, Serah.”
That was when I understood.
He wasn’t talking about the diagnosis.
He was talking about me.
“You promised we’d get through anything together,” I whispered.
He looked ashamed and terrified, but that didn’t make it hurt less.
“I know,” he said quietly.
“So that’s it?” I asked. “You’re leaving before I get sicker? Before treatment changes me? Before I stop looking like the woman you were comfortable loving?”
He flinched.
“Please don’t.”
I laughed bitterly.
“Don’t what? Say the truth?”
A few minutes later, he picked up his bag and walked out, leaving me standing alone as my future collapsed around me.
The wedding was twelve days away.
Everything had already been paid for. My father had covered the venue, flowers, dress, catering, music, and hotel rooms. My mother was still discussing decorations. My father had rehearsed his speech so many times he practically knew it by heart.
For three days, I barely left my bed.
