Who would have thought? My fiancé left me on our wedding day. No one could make sense of his actions not even his parents knew where their son had disappeared to. I was beside myself, convinced something dreadful must have happened to him. Then, a mutual friend handed me a note with the words: We cant start a family together. Im sorry. Dont wait for me. Youll be happy, just with someone else. Please, dont try to find me.
My world fell apart. I was heartbroken and furious. I cursed the day we first met. His parents did everything they could to find out what had happened to him, but there were no answers anywhere.
Time went by. Eventually, he returned to his parents, but we never spoke again. I couldnt bring myself to forgive him. At one point, I even dreamt of getting my own back, perhaps by marrying the chap whod been chasing after me for ages. Luckily, my mum talked me out of it, telling me it would have been the most foolish thing I could do.
It wasnt until six months later that I discovered the real reason he left me. My fiancé was dying. Just a week before the wedding, he learned about his illness. It turned out he simply didnt want me to suffer because of him. He didnt tell his parents a thing about the diagnosis. Only his closest mate knew, the one who gave me that farewell letter. Later on, this friend told me that my beloved often asked about me. He wanted to tell me the truth, but something always stopped him. He just couldnt bear the thought of causing me any more pain.





