On the day I was meant to say “I do” to Max Hunter, he vanished—eloping with his first love without a single explanation.
What followed was a twisted game of cruelty: snapshots of their globe-trotting romance, delivered to me like souvenirs of betrayal.
Years passed. I moved on. I rebuilt my life—and found love again. So when Max returned out of nowhere, furious at a wedding photo of me and my husband, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You didn’t seriously think I was waiting for you, did you?”