Some love stories start after I dos, and mine was certainly one of them.

I was a damsel in distress and Zane Teager was my knight dressed in a three piece suit, riding a Bugatti.

But he wasn’t saving me from some dragons or pirates but my own sick brain.

His offer was generous and beautiful, exactly like him.

We get married until my life was back to normal. Simple.

But nothing was simple in my grand wedding and the designer wedding dress.

Ours was possibly the only fake wedding where every custom was followed to the word...

including consummating the marriage.

Zane was a husband plucked out of dreams, determined to support me in...sickness and health.

And it was easy to forget that our marriage had a ticking clock.

Vienna came into my life by accident. Literally and figuratively.

When I was bringing her to the hospital, I didn’t know she’d be someday sleeping on my bed, demanding sex on our wedding night and so many more.

She was the yin to my yang. Noise to my silence. Light to my darkness.

But she was temporary.

I could never tie her to me...permanently.

The guilt of doing that to her would be bigger than any guilt I have. And I’ve many.

“I c-cannot effing do th-that to her.”