A Ten-Year Love, Down in Flames

Ten years ago, I ran away on our wedding day.

My fiancé searched for me for three days and three nights, finally finding me in a hospital bed, pale as a ghost.

I broke down and told him the truth: a flare-up of my chronic genetic disease, with medical bills so high they could drown anyone.

Julian held my trembling hands, his eyes full of heartbreak. He dragged me straight to City Hall anyway, making our vows official.

"Maya, I’m going to make it. I’ll make millions, and I’ll take care of you. You’re never leaving me."