When My Fiancée Betrayed Me, I Ended It All

In less than six months, Cassandra Blake’s childhood sweetheart had visited our bridal chamber nine times, each visit taking something away. Furniture, appliances, even potted plants and paintings.

I wanted to call the police, but Cassandra stopped me every single time.

“Derek’s family isn’t well off. He just started working and can only manage the down payment. The house is empty,” she’d say.

“I agreed to lend him these things. It’s not like he won’t return them.”

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

I gritted my teeth and bought replacements.