So, late at night, I made a choice I never imagined I would: I dared to open his aging laptop—the very one he claimed had ceased to function. Much to my shock, it sprang to life.
What I stumbled upon was nothing short of life-altering.
There they were—emails. An overwhelming number of them. Correspondences exchanged between him and a woman named Emily. Yet, she was not just an ex; she was a constant presence in his life. This was no mere shadow from the past. He had been involved with her throughout our relationship.
One particularly chilling message, dated merely two weeks prior, chillingly declared: \"Don’t worry; this wedding is just to shut everyone up. You’re the one I really want.\" I sat frozen, my heart hammering in my chest, grappling with horror as I stared at those words.
The following morning was a blur—I didn’t bother to dress, nor did I walk down the aisle as planned. I placed the ring on the kitchen counter and walked out the door. Let him face the music—why didn’t the bride show up?
