I’ve been secretly learning French to surprise my fiancé with wedding vows in his language. Last night, his mom called, and I overheard him say, “Listen carefully, Mom,” while I pretended to sleep. My heart raced as he mentioned “plans,” “telling her soon,” and “not forever.” I feared he was second-guessing our future.
The next morning, I acted normal but called his mom. She gently said, “He should tell you himself. It’s not what you think. He loves you.” My suspicions grew. I noticed him change his phone passcode, take private calls, and delete messages. I buried myself in studying French, avoiding confrontation.
Three weeks before the wedding, my fiancé questioned me about Luc, my French tutor, after seeing my phone. His coldness confused me. Then, an anonymous message from a “friend” urged me to check a bakery at 3 PM. There, Claire, his recent ex, revealed they’d reconnected after our engagement. She showed me romantic and cruel messages, including him mocking my French.
Devastated, I left for my sister’s without a note, texting him for space. Weeks later, at our planned café meeting, I confronted him in fluent French, exposing his lies. I walked away, feeling a new beginning. Months later, I started teaching French online, finding purpose. A kind student, Marco, noticed my heartfelt teaching, sparking a new connection.
