The Wrong Name In My Bed

On our seventh anniversary, Hayden Sterling finally proposed to me.

I was so happy that I said yes immediately.

But a month before the wedding, I caught him coming home completely wasted.

He held me and kissed me deeply, but the name he kept whispering wasn't mine.

I looked down at the rare diamond ring on my finger and slowly took it off.

I packed his things quietly and tossed the wedding invitations I hadn't sent yet into the trash.

Then, I booked a one-way ticket to London.

Seven years