Walk Away I'm Done Being Your Second Choice
Language: en
On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license at City Hall, a rare blizzard hit the city. My fiancé, Julian, sent me a text. "There’s a massive pileup on the highway. I’m completely stuck. We won't make it to City Hall today. I'm so sorry, babe." My hands and feet were ice-cold as I rode the subway back home alone. I wanted to order him some hot food, but the moment I opened his delivery app, an order from ten minutes ago caught my eye. The drop-off address was a private hospital downtown. The delivery note read: "Ms. Vance has a delicate stomach. Please ensure the soup is warm,…