The night before my wedding, Mark sent me flowers — a massive bouquet of roses. Sounds romantic, right? Except the note attached to them wasn’t exactly what I expected.
I’m 35, and Mark has been my entire world for the past six years.
We met through mutual friends, fell in love, and eventually built the kind of relationship I thought people only read about. He wasn’t the most romantic guy in the world, but he was reliable and steady.
We’d been planning our wedding for over a year, and everything was coming together perfectly. Or so I thought. That night, I was at the hotel with my……
