Split Our Worlds, Leave One Another Alone
Language: en
On the eve of our college graduation, I got pregnant. Oliver knelt before me, his eyes bloodshot with tears as he slipped a cheap ring onto my finger, weeping as he promised to spend the rest of his life making me happy. After that, I stayed home to raise our child while he threw himself into the brutal grind of starting a business from scratch. He used to look at me with such fierce devotion, whispering, "Elena, I’m going to give you the grandest wedding this city has ever seen. It’s the least I owe you." Now, our daughter is five years old. I was currently preparing our wedding for the…