{"id":3216,"date":"2026-06-24T10:50:51","date_gmt":"2026-06-24T10:50:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailynewus.top\/?p=3216"},"modified":"2026-06-24T10:50:52","modified_gmt":"2026-06-24T10:50:52","slug":"i-ended-up-with-a-cast-and-stuck-at-home-with-my-fiance-after-finding-out-who-he-really-was-i-called-off-the-wedding","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dailynewus.top\/?p=3216","title":{"rendered":"I ended up with a cast and stuck at home with my fianc\u00e9 \u2013 After finding out who he really was, I called off the wedding."},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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After breaking my leg two months before my wedding, everyone told me how lucky I was to have a fianc\u00e9 like Adam. I believed it too, until one quiet night forced me to see the man hiding behind that perfect facade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bedroom was too quiet for a Tuesday afternoon, that kind of silence that presses on your ears and makes the ceiling fan sound like a motor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My leg, encased in a heavy white plaster cast, rested on two pillows that I had not placed there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the bedside table there was a half-finished folder with the wedding preparations and a framed photo of the engagement in which Adam kissed me on the cheek under some string lights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Two months.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

That was all the time I had left until the wedding, and I had spent the morning in the hospital learning to live inside a body that suddenly needed permission to move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remembered Adam at the doctor’s office, squeezing my hand and smiling at the nurse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” he had said, in that deep, warm voice that made strangers trust him instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The nurse smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“He’s lucky to have you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I believed him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And I believed him too.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

When the nurse went out to get my discharge papers, Adam took his mobile phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sighed. It was one of those little sighs that gets stuck in your throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I told myself I was tired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had been in the hospital for hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“A long day, darling?” I asked her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Yes,” he said, without looking up. “A long day.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

By the time we got home, my phone was constantly flashing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom’s face filled the screen, with her reading glasses pulled up to her gray curls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kate, darling, let me see you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Adam immediately sat down next to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s great, Marissa,” he said with a smile. “I’m making sure she doesn’t lift a finger.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom put a hand to her chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Oh, Adam, you’re an angel.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Always”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I leaned on his shoulder, thinking that maybe a broken leg wasn’t the worst thing in the world if it came with a man like him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As soon as the call ended, I had to restrain myself from falling headfirst onto the bed when Adam got up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m going to go play for a while. Are you okay?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes,” I said. “Don’t worry about me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Good,” he replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw him disappear into his video game room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The door clicked shut behind him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The man who had promised the doctor that he would take care of me was the same one who was on the other side of that locked door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even so, I didn’t pay much attention to it, except for the fact that the bedroom was quiet again and the folder on the bedside table suddenly seemed very far away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The following afternoon, our neighbor Denise stopped by with a stew and a “get well soon” card.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Adam opened the door before I could knock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There you are,” Denise said as soon as she saw me. “How is our patient?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She’s recovering,” Adam said matter-of-factly. “I’m keeping her on bed rest.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Denise laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“That’s what I like to hear.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Adam crossed the room, kissed me on the top of my head, and wrapped the blanket over my cast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a second, I almost believed it myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ve chosen a good one,” Denise said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I smiled because it seemed easier than giving explanations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As soon as the door closed behind her, Adam dropped the blanket and headed towards the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can you bring me the water before you leave?” I asked him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn’t even turn around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I’ll give it to you later.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

A few seconds later, I heard the door to the video game room close again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the three days that had passed since I returned home, the warmth I had clung to in the hospital seemed like a story someone else had told me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Adam paced around our apartment like a man counting down the hours he had left to escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Adam, could you bring me a glass of water when you have a moment?” I asked again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She let out a long sigh from the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Really, Kate? I just sat down.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I’m sorry. I’ve run out of water and I can’t get to the kitchen.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Okay”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The glass arrived on my nightstand 20 minutes later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Half full.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A little hot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the afternoon, I had to go to the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hated having to ask him for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hated how my voice would crack every time I called him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Adam? I need a little help getting up.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He appeared in the doorway and rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Again?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Four hours have passed.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It doesn’t matter. Let’s go.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He grabbed my arm as if it were something sticky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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During the brief walk down the corridor, he didn’t say a single word.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

One night, I didn’t realize that my medication alarm went off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pain woke me up before the alarm went off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Adam, haven’t you given me the pills?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m not your nurse, Kate.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I set an alarm. I just didn’t hear it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s not my problem.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She turned around and pulled the blanket up higher.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

A few days later, I dropped my mobile phone charger behind the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Adam, could you pick up the charger for me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That can wait.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My battery is running out.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then stop using your mobile phone.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that was it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not a single offer of help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not even an apology.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Nothing.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

One morning, Mom called me on FaceTime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw Adam change right in front of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She straightened her hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sat down next to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He gently stroked my hair with his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“She’s doing great, Marissa. I’m making sure she doesn’t lift a finger.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom smiled radiantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, darling, thank you for taking such good care of her.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt my chest tighten when I heard her say that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I just want her to recover,” he replied.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Before I knew it, the screen went black.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like clockwork, he threw the mobile phone onto the bed with such force that it bounced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he went back to the video game room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The click of the bolt was heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few hours later, hunger made me dizzy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I knocked twice before she opened the door even a little.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“There’s a plate on the counter.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Adam, I can’t get there.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You just have to jump.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I have a broken leg.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well, I guess you’re not that hungry.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The door closed again.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Later, I saw myself reflected in the bedroom mirror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hair was greasy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Matted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tangled from the root.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Honey, would you help me wash my hair tonight? Just in the sink. It’ll only take 10 minutes.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In fact, he burst out laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You’re exaggerating.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“It’s been three days now,” I sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And it will last three more.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That night, after she got into bed, I finally asked her the question that had been on my mind for days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Adam?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you angry with me?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked up from his phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What kind of question is that?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You seem different since I got injured.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He laughed once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Derogatory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kate, not everything revolves around you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I didn’t mean that.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So, what did you mean?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I opened my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Suddenly, I wasn’t sure anymore.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He turned to the side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You spend all day in bed, going over things in your mind.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few minutes later, I heard him snoring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lay awake staring at the ceiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wondering how a conversation could make me feel as small as I did before it started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I told myself I was stressed.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

There were eight weeks left until the wedding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There were 200 guests.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A seating arrangement plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A rehearsal dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps I was asking too much of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Perhaps I had become too demanding.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Each request weighed more heavily on me than the last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes, he would rehearse what he wanted to ask for before saying it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Help with going to the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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None of that seemed far-fetched.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

But somehow, I always ended up feeling guilty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the end of the week, I was already apologizing even before asking for anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And each time I did, Adam seemed a little more annoyed and a little less like the man I thought I was going to marry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But deep down, beyond all the excuses I made up for him, he knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hadn’t forgotten about me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He simply didn’t care enough to leave whatever he was doing on the other side of that door.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I sat alone in our room, with the light dimmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My empty water bottle reflected the last rays of light of the sunset.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Something is very wrong,” I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And my mother would come tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That seemed to reassure me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The pain woke me up just after midnight.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Sharp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pulsating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Climbing up my leg like fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked for my phone and saw that I had missed my medication for almost two hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Adam”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Adam, please.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

At the end of the corridor, I heard him laughing with his friends online.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I called him again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Higher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The laughter continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pushed myself towards the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tried to grab my crutches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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They had disappeared.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

My foot landed wrong on the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I exclaimed and grabbed onto the nightstand before I fell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The door to the games room burst open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can you stop acting like a child?” Adam snapped. “It’s just a broken leg.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This was the man I was supposed to marry in eight weeks.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The man who had promised everyone that he would take care of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I needed my medication.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well, take it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pointed vaguely towards the dresser.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he vanished back into the game room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The laughter started again even before I had gone back to bed.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I didn’t sleep a wink that night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lay in the dark, listening to a stranger playing video games at the end of the hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I felt that something inside me remained very silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next morning, my mother came in with the spare key.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was carrying a bag of buns in one hand and the car keys in the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He found me sitting on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Still wearing the same clothes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tangled hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With swollen eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An empty water bottle on the floor next to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes scanned the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The plate is left untouched on the countertop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The medication bottle lying on its side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The trash can was overflowing, full of empty water bottles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He didn’t say anything for a few seconds.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Then he looked at me again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The concern remained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But now there was something else beneath her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gonna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, darling.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tried to smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“He’s just stressed, Mom.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

She left the cakes on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kate”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“He’s not like that. He’s overwhelmed. I’ve been asking too much of him. I’m sure that as soon as they take the cast off…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kate. Stop.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I kept quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sat down next to me and took my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Tell me everything.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I hesitated for a moment, until she gave me that stern look I was so used to seeing as a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I told him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sighs as she drank a glass of water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gestures of disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The plate of food left on the counter with the instruction “go there and serve yourself”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The laughter when I asked her for help washing my hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The headphones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The slamming door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The way he looked at me, as if I were a burden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I told my mother everything.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

She listened to me without interrupting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the time I finished, she had turned pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a long time, neither of them said anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, something changed in his expression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sweetness faded away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Determination took its place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Listen, darling,” he said softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He leaned towards me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I’ve never been able to explain it, but there’s something about Adam that’s been bothering me for a long time.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I frowned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What are you talking about?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Maybe I was being too protective. Maybe I was seeing things that weren’t there.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes scanned the room again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Empty water bottles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The food left untouched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The medicine bottle on the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“But after seeing this, I don’t think I was.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“He’s just stressed.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Perhaps.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From the way he said it, I could tell he didn’t believe it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You’re coming home with me.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“That?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“A few days. Let me take proper care of you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And then?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom’s expression turned serious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Then we’ll find out what’s really going on.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I told Adam I needed a week at my mom’s to recover.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He barely looked up from his headphones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes, that’s probably for the best.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was already taking command.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His enthusiasm gave me a chill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next afternoon, at my mom’s kitchen table, she picked up the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Who are you calling?” I asked him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“To Priya.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“My wedding planner?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Mom nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few minutes later, Priya replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As soon as he heard my voice, he fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kate,” she said softly. “This has been eating me up inside.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What happened?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“There’s no easy way to say it.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I gripped the cup in front of me even tighter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Tell me now.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Priya hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Two weeks ago, Adam called the establishment to inquire about cancellation refunds.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I frowned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Maybe he was just looking at prices. He’s always on the lookout for good deals.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Neither Priya nor Mom said anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The silence seemed strange to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then Priya spoke again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Last Saturday he came to the store with another woman.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The room seemed to turn upside down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stared at the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“No”.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The word barely came out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“He showed her around. He talked about future plans. The way he spoke, he didn’t seem like someone who was about to get married in eight weeks.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt a knot in my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shook my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That can’t be.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eight weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We had eight weeks left until our wedding.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I thought about the invitations piled up on our dining room table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The honeymoon we had spent months planning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The engagement photo she had next to her bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The future I had imagined.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For one horrible second, I felt as if someone had snatched it away from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Are you sure?” I whispered.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Even then, a desperate part of me wanted him to tell me there had been a misunderstanding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Part of me wanted him to tell me he was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Priya’s silence was answer enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom leaned over the table and took my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“There’s something more.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Adam’s sister remarked a few weeks ago at dinner that he was ‘leaving the door open’. At the time, I thought it was odd. But after hearing this, it sounded very different.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Every cruel sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every time he rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each door slammed shut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every moment I spent convincing myself that I was stressed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every moment he blamed me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My stomach turned.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“My God”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The words came out in fits and starts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a few seconds, nobody said anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hated him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wanted to defend him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She wanted to throw her ring into the ocean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Above all, I wanted someone to tell me that none of it was true.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“What do I do?” I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“First, stop blaming yourself.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked down at our intertwined hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pain was still there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The betrayal was still there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But beneath all that, something else was beginning to grow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Determination.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Two days later, I returned to the apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Adam was lying on the sofa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the headphones hanging around his neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The remote control in his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’re back early,” he said, frowning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“I thought that would save you the trouble.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He raised his eyebrows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What a nuisance!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The trouble of pretending.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a second, neither of them moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then he burst out laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You’re being paranoid.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Really?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Your broken leg is driving you crazy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Priya told me about the place.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The smile vanished from his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“He told me about cancellation refunds.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

He clenched his jaw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I kept talking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“He told me about that woman.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something unpleasant was reflected on his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“So what? Are you going to make a scene?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s not necessary.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kate…”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Your sister already took care of that for me.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

For the first time, his nervousness was noticeable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took my engagement ring off my finger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hand was trembling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not because I wasn’t sure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But because I never thought I would have to do it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I left the ring on the small table in the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“The wedding has been cancelled.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Her face paled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come on.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The rental agreement is in my name.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Kate…”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You have 48 hours to pack your bags.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“Let’s talk about this.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I burst out laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sad and tired laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You stopped talking to me the day I came back from the hospital.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For once, he had nothing to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Within days, the wedding was cancelled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The venue returned part of the deposit to us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The invitations were withdrawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Both families found out exactly why the wedding had been cancelled.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Adam tried to tell people that there had been a misunderstanding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nobody seemed to care much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Too many people had seen him play the part of a devoted fianc\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Too many people had seen how quickly his mask fell off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the end of the month, the compassion she had hoped for never arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The apartment looked different after she moved in.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

More relaxed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not lonely, just quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the first few days, I found myself expecting to hear the door to the video game room slam shut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until one morning I realized that I wasn’t even paying attention to that noise anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mom came almost every day while I was recovering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes he would bring the groceries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes he brought gossip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sometimes he brought absolutely nothing and stayed anyway.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

One afternoon, while she was helping me organize a box of wedding decorations, she picked up a bunch of centerpieces and raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What do we do about this?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I burst out laughing for the first time in what felt like an eternity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“A very spectacular bonfire?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughed too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n

“That’s it, that’s my daughter.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

In the end, we donated most of the decorations and returned what we could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn’t about getting the money back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was about making space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Little by little, the life I thought I had lost stopped seeming like a loss and began to seem like a fortunate respite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A few weeks later, they finally removed the cast.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

My mom drove me to the appointment and sat next to me in the waiting room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the technician removed the cast, I stared at my leg and burst out laughing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She seemed smaller than I remembered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That’s strange, isn’t it?” said Mom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“A bit”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we left the clinic, he put his arm around my shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you OK?”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked up at the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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For the first time in months, I realized that yes.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

That afternoon, we sat on her porch with cups of tea warming our hands while I looked for flights with the deposit money that had been returned to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My future was nothing like the one I had planned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But, for the first time in a long time, it belonged to me completely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fall in the bathroom hadn’t ruined my future.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had revealed who had done it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But here’s the real question:<\/strong> if <\/strong>someone treats you kindly when other people are watching, but treats you differently when you need them most, how long would it take you to believe what their actions are telling you?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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