Late-Blooming Love Is Too Late
Language: en
On the sixth anniversary of our marriage, the junior colleague who had been secretly in love with my husband for eight years knelt before me. She told me that the world we were living in was nothing more than a novel. And that she and my husband were the destined main characters. Because of my interference, she claimed, the plot had gone off course, and our world was on the verge of collapse. Only by setting things right—by them holding a wedding—could everything be restored. I asked my husband, Paulander, if he actually believed such a ridiculous story. His brow furrowed instantly, and…