The Day Before The Wedding, He Broke Up With MeChapter 1 Your Waist is Really Small
My boyfriend of eight years ended things with me the day before our wedding.
“Nara, this is it.”
Nathan Hays’s eyes were icy as he said those words, signaling the end of our eight-year love story.
His usually bright and steadfast gaze was now dim and distant.
“I’m leaving with Nova.”
Nova Jolly was the obstacle between us. The only time we ever came close to breaking up in those eight years was because of her.
From the moment Nova entered our lives, I knew she’d cause trouble between Nathan and me.
And now, she’s about to take him away for good.
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I first met Nathan one afternoon during my junior year.
Nathan was a firefighter who had saved many lives, including mine.
Like most college students, I was mainly focused on two things, eating and sleeping.
One day, I went next door to snag some slices of hotpot beef and lamb from my neighbors.
Full and satisfied, I took a nap.
In my dream, I felt like I was suffocating.
I reached out blindly and grabbed a warm, calloused hand.
“Hey, wake up!”
I managed to open my eyes and saw a handsome guy looking down at me.
I probably thought at that moment that he was meant for me. I asked, “What’s your name?”
“Nathan Hays.”
I wanted to ask for his contact info, but then everything just slipped away from my mind.
It felt like I’d been asleep for days.
When I woke up, my parents were standing beside my bed.
My mom was frantic, calling my name and asking if I felt any pain.
I was confused and even wondered if it was some sort of prank. Then I saw my dad pressing the nurse call button and wiping away a tear.
I later found out I hadn't just been napping. I had nearly died.
The dorm’s old wiring had shorted out because my neighbors were using a high-power hotpot, and it had burned down most of the building.
Luckily, the firefighters arrived just in time, so there were no injuries.
I had been through a life-or-death moment and miraculously survived.
I was thankful for the fire, despite losing most of my belongings, because it had brought Nathan into my life.
After the fire, the school rebuilt the dorms, and we were temporarily moved to another vacant building.
My mom called and insisted I bring some fruit to the fire station to thank the firefighters who saved me.
I was hesitant, grateful but nervous about going alone.