Too Late, I’m Not Yours Anymore

My fiancé’s first love Chloe had returned.

Rumor had it she’d been overseas, treating some rare disease. I hadn’t believed it—until the day she showed up at my engagement party.

And I watched as the man I’d been hopelessly in love with since I was sixteen left our party with her.

“Wait for me,” Nathan said, “She is fragile. I need to make sure she is well.” He ignored me, but accompanying her to everywhere.

I threw away the rings, trashed the wedding gown.

When I was pale and trembling from a heart failure later.