Bridesmaid in My Own Love StoryChapter 1
After ten years of love, my boyfriend—now honorably discharged from the military—had finally returned to marry me. But while going through his old phone, I stumbled upon 512 gigabytes of messages filled with longing for someone else.
Even though she had blocked him, the red exclamation marks didn’t stop him from sending long letters and love confession videos to her.
With a bitter heart, I headed to the hospital to collect my premarital checkup report, only to see him down on one knee, holding a ring and proposing:
“Zolenn, I gave up my dreams for you. All I ask is that you keep the child! If you agree, we can go get our marriage certificate right now!”
His desperate pleas, filled with deep affection, made me tear up both the premarital and pregnancy test reports right then and there.
Since he wanted to give another woman and her child a home, I decided I didn’t want to be a part of that picture anymore.
After I miscarried and fled from our engagement, he abandoned the love of his life—Zolenn Smith—and her child. He went mad trying to find me.