The Price of Three Strikes
Language: en
On the way to the wedding, my fiancé received a hysterical phone call from his ex-wife. "Julian, the baby is having another episode. He keeps crying for you." This was the third time. Every single time we were about to get married, his son would suffer a psychosomatic episode. Julian looked at me, hesitating. I gave him an understanding nod. "I'll get out here. You go," I said. He grasped my hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Harper, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you." Before my feet were even firmly planted on the pavement, he had already ordered the driver to…