The Wedding Gift: His second Chance

me, a thriving medical career, and a fiancée, Olivia, I' d loved since childhood

ul child, who was happily destroying my medical textbook. This wasn' t a misunderstanding; it was a brazen, public declarat

ession: a portrait of my deceased parents. When I protested, Olivia didn' t hesitate to side with them, accusing me of violence and painting me as

ife discard me for a lie, for a manufactured crisis? Why was I, the one who had literally s

ier that day: I had impulsively married a stranger, Sarah, out of a raw, desperate act of self-prespreservation. I sent her a t