Two days before my wedding, my fiancé Robert dropped a bombshell—he had to leave for a sudden trip.
Something felt off, and when a call from his boss didn’t add up, I followed him.
What I uncovered wasn’t what I expected, leaving me questioning trust, love, and the man I was about to marry.
When I turned thirty, I couldn’t help but feel a growing fear that I might never get married.
I worried that love had passed me by. But here I was—just two days away from becoming a wife.
It felt like a dream. I was about to start a new chapter with Robert, the man who had stolen my heart and shown me what love could truly be.
Robert was everything I’d ever wanted: smart, sweet, and endlessly kind.
Even when I was upset, he could make me laugh with his silly jokes or warm smile. I felt complete.
But that joy wavered the moment Robert walked into the bedroom. His uneasy expression stopped me cold.
Something was wrong.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as soon as I noticed his troubled expression.
Robert hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Katherine, I’m so sorry, but I have to go on a work trip.”
“What?” I said, my brow furrowing. “But our wedding is in two days.”
“I know,” he said, his voice soft.
“I promise I’ll be back in time. Maybe even the night before the wedding.”
“Are you serious right now? You’re leaving me alone at a time like this?” My voice was sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it.
Robert sighed and stepped closer.
“I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t important. Everything is already planned, so nothing should go wrong. I’m sorry it’s happening this way, but I really have to go.”
“But why?” I asked, feeling the heat rising in my face.
Words failed me as I tried to keep my emotions in check.
Robert pulled me into a hug, holding me tightly. “I hate doing this to you, but we have our whole lives ahead of us. I’ll always be there for you, Katherine.”
“Who’s going with you?” I asked, my voice quieter now.
“Travis.
That’s why it’s so important,” he said. I knew Travis was his boss, and I understood. Still, I wanted to scream like a child.
But I swallowed it. I was an adult, after all.
“Fine,” I said after a long pause. “But think about how you’re going to make this up to me while you’re gone.”
Robert chuckled softly, his lips brushing my forehead.
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