y leg. I called Olivia from the emergency room. No answer. I called her again from the hospital b

n my leg. A plate and screws. I... I need you to

lone, broken, and the woman who had promised to be there in sickness and in health was gone. Final

than? I'

l. I broke my leg. The doctor sai

n't you handle anything yourself? I'm dealing with a real crisis here. Liam had a p

attered bone was an inconvenience. Her concern w

o come here. I can't sign my own consent forms, they gave m

hining in the background. "I told you, I'm overwhelmed!

, reflecting my own pale, shocked face. It was over. That single, callous click was more

m. A sigh escaped my lips, a sound of utter defeat. It

with tired eyes. "Mr. Miller? Your fiancée, Olivia, she w

her, confuse

tors about the other gentleman, the one who came in with her. Liam, I think his name was

me. The world had seen her concern for Liam and mistaken it for love for her fiancé. Every

omething else. Resolve. "I don't need my fiancée," I said, my voice

hesitant. "But si

urning. "I can handle a few calculations. I'm lucid enough to unde

ine, my hand shaking only slightly. It felt like the f

hen I saw it. A new post on Olivia's social media. It was a picture of her, sitting by a hospital

t even know I was holding onto. "Taking care of my brave soldi

hospital across town, completely and utterly alone, with a leg he had broken. The betrayal was so absolute, so brazen, it almost didn't feel real. It wa