I thought I had found the perfect man and we were planning our wedding when I stepped outside one morning and saw five spray-painted words on his car: ‘You picked the wrong guy, gave him the wrong finger.’ At that moment, everything I believed about him started to fall apart.When you’re truly happy, you don’t expect disaster. Just a few days ago, Ethan had proposed to me, and now we were slowly talking about the wedding.
I kept smiling at nothing, thinking about how lucky I was. Ethan was everything I had ever dreamed of in a man—gentle, kind, thoughtful, responsible. I had waited a long time for this kind of love.We had our little routines, one of which was breakfast together. I always got up early and cooked, then woke Ethan so we could start the day with coffee, eggs, and plans.That morning was no different. I was flipping pancakes when the doorbell rang. Strange. We weren’t expecting anyone.
Be First to Comment