His Betrayal Led to My Parents' Death on My Wedding Day1
My dad had uremia, and my mom had lung cancer. As they were dying, Zackary Santana and I held our wedding in the hospital room.
Just as we were exchanging rings, Zackary got a call and rushed out.
Right then, my parents, furious, took their last breaths.
My brother ran out, trying to bring Zackary back, but he got hit by a car and died on the spot.
Zackary's first love sent me a message. [As soon as I said I wasn't feeling well, Zackary came over right away to keep me company. You've lost so many times; it's time to give up.]
She attached a photo of Zackary holding her and feeding her medicine.
My hands trembled as I dialed Zackary's number.
I asked, "Why did you have to leave?"
He replied, "It doesn't matter when we have the wedding, but Carrie is sick. She can't manage without me."
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"Zackary, let's break up," I said.
I hung up and blocked him on everything.
Ten years ago, I fell in love with Zackary at first sight.
He was a star at school—not only was he smart and talented, but he was also a sports hero and the heartthrob of all the girls.
He seemed aloof and proud, so no one dared to approach him.
But I was bold enough to ask for his number. I happily brought him water while he played basketball. I pushed my way into the student council just to get closer to him. Before long, I became his little follower.
Everyone called me a simp, but I didn't care. As long as I could be his girlfriend, it was all worth it.
We finally started dating, and in the blink of an eye, ten years passed.
From eighteen to twenty-eight, I gave him the best years of my life.
He was a picky eater and hated restaurant food, so I made cooking my mission. I experimented with recipes every day, bouncing from one cooking class to another.
He didn't like clingy girls, so I never chatted with him for long. Even when I didn't want to hang up, I would keep it brief. If I wanted to watch a movie with him, I'd book it at least a week in advance, just so I wouldn't mess up his schedule.
He didn't like dealing with chores, so I handled everything, serving him like a young master, never letting him lift a finger.
When he was in a bad mood and wanted to be alone, I would stay far away, barely daring to breathe.
I tiptoed around him for ten years.
Then Carrie Ayala came back, and I realized all the so-called rules didn't matter to her.