I Married His Better Instead
Language: en
I spent five years chasing Beck King, and he had finally agreed to marry me. But on our very last anniversary before the wedding, he showed up an hour late, holding a marriage certificate with Claire. "Iris, Claire has severe schizophrenia," he said, his voice entirely too calm, too rational. "Just bear with her for a little while." I didn't say a word. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a velvet box, and opened it. Inside was a brilliant blue sapphire necklace. "Our wedding is still on, Iris. Nothing changes. I bought this for you. I know how much you wanted it." My eyes…