Before the Snow Fell, Love Had Fled
Language: en
The night before my wedding, I was scrolling through my phone in the hospital when a post with thousands of likes caught my eye. [The boyfriend I stole is getting married, but I’m not the bride.] Every word dripped with smug satisfaction. [So what if I’m the other woman? His body, his heart, his money… aren’t they all mine?] [It only took a little trick to destroy their relationship. He never loved the bride. He’s only marrying her for revenge!] The comment section was a firestorm of outrage and condemnation. Some morbid curiosity I couldn’t explain made me click on her profile. My fingers…