I smiled and nodded.
After she left, I made sure there was no trace of me left in the apartment. I deleted my fingerprints from the smart lock and pulled my suitcase out the door.~G\ CNV ay to pick up my wedding dress, my fiancé, Finn Sullivan, was kidnapped.
He survived, but he forgot me. Every time marriage was mentioned, he would pass out. The doctor diagnosed it as a dissociative fugue, a second personality triggered by the trauma.
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Then, I found out I was pregnant. “The baby might be the key,” the doctor suggested, “to unlocking the Finn who loves you.”
08:29
I clutched the ultrasound report, hope blooming in my chest, and went to find him. But instead, I heard him joking with his friends.
“Damn, Finn, you’re playing the long game. Faking a whole second personality just to dodge the wedding! What’s next, a third and
fourth?”
“Nope! I love Elvira. This is the only time I’ll ever lie to her. Once I sleep with ten more girls, I’m done.”
“Only ten? That’s not enough to unlock all the achievements, man. I say you keep this charade up for another year. Elvira would
marry you even if you were a ghost.”
Finn’s voice turned cold as he scolded his friend. “I can’t stand to see her upset for that long! Now hurry up and find me some girls. I
want the freaky ones who are still technically virgins. One every three days. Nothing can delay my wedding to Elvira!”
I shredded the ultrasound report with trembling hands and walked straight back to the clinic to schedule an abortion.
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- The doctor was surprised to see me back so soon, assuming I wasn’t feeling well. When I told him I needed the procedure, he star-
ed in disbelief.
“Elvira, you both struggled so hard to conceive. If you terminate now, it might trigger your fiancé, make his condition worse!”
A bitter smile twisted my lips. “If I told him the truth, that would probably kill him.”
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After all, he was currently luxuriating in the pleasure of playing the field, convinced he was getting away with it. I couldn’t wrap my
head around it–the man who had begged me, tears in his eyes, to marry him, was now faking an illness just to cheat.
The doctor couldn’t dissuade me, but he insisted on calling Finn before I signed the consent forms.
“Ms. Hayes, this isn’t just your decision. Even if his illness makes him say he doesn’t want the child right now, he needs to be here
to sign for you, to be with you during the surgery. If there’s a misunderstanding, it needs to be cleared up face–to–face…”
i placed a gentle hand on my stomach. I didn’t stop him. I had PCOS; pregnancy was a miracle for me. Finn hadn’t cared about the
risks; he’d even fought with his parents to marry me. If this child was leaving us, Finn deserved to be there to say goodbye.
But as soon as the doctor explained the situation, Finn scoffed. “How much is Elvira Hayes paying you to stage this little drama? I
told you, I don’t know her, let alone want to marry her.”
“Tell her to stop trying to trap me with these games. Who knows if the kid is even mine?”
The abrupt dial tone and the echo of his cruel laughter hung in the sterile silence of the operating room.
I signed my own name and closed my eyes.
When I woke up in recovery, my phone was lit up with notifications. All from Finn.
