On my way to the hospital to collect my premarital checkup report, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the betrayal.
But when I saw him proposing to the very woman who had nearly killed me, it all made sense. He had retired from the military to marry her.
I had feared for years that during our long separation, Yzail might have fallen for someone else, but I never imagined it would be Zolenn.
And to win her over, he had agreed to humiliate me at their wedding.
I was so consumed by these thoughts that I couldn’t focus on the road. I slammed the brakes and was rear-ended.
Gripping the steering wheel, my heart raced in panic. Just then, Yzail’s call came through.
“Lanaya, the doctor said you’ve already picked up the premarital checkup report. Where are you?”
The sound of car horns blared all around me, jolting me from my thoughts. I clutched my stomach, too terrified to speak.
On the other end of the phone, Yzail’s voice grew tense.
“Lanaya, something doesn’t sound right. Did you get into an accident?” His worry was unmistakable, but I knew it wasn’t because he loved me—it was just his instinct to help others.
“I was in a car accident,” I said quietly.