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On Our Wedding Day, My Fiancé Went On A Blind Date
Standing in front of the County Clerk’s Office, I called Ethan Yates.
After three ignored calls, he finally replied with a single word: “Busy.” Not
even a period.
He forgot today was the day we were supposed to get our marriage
license.
I glanced at the long line in front of me and smiled, finishing my iced
coffee.
I wasn’t going to be as foolish as last time.
Does he really think I don’t know he’s on a date?
This was the second time Ethan stood me up.
Last time, he didn’t pick up his phone, and I waited in line for a solid three hours.
Just when it was about my turn, a young girl behind me whispered to her fiancé, loud enough for me to hear.
“Can someone get a marriage license by themselves? If I’d known, I would’ve stayed home and slept. It’s so hot out here!”
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I didn’t hear the guy’s reply. My heart sank, and I turned and walked away.
Later, Ethan’s excuse was that his aunt was sick and he had to take her to
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St. Andrew’s Medical Center. He even made a call on the spot to prove it. Ha,
like that would fool me.
I didn’t throw a tantrum; I just locked myself in the bathroom and cried like
a fool.
If you’re going to lie, at least come up with a better excuse.
He wouldn’t let me visit his aunt, couldn’t even describe her condition…
Did he forget I’m a doctor?
What he didn’t know was that the girl he was on that date with posted
about it on social media. And guess what? That girl is my colleague.
Ridiculous, isn’t it?
One minute, he’s telling me we’re going to get married, and the next, he’s
out having steak and wine with another woman.
That night, when I got out of the shower, the living room lights were still on.
Ethan was asleep in the rocking chair, cradling Rocky. And my heart ached,
hard.
Rocky is the dog we raised together. He’s seven now. Ethan gave him to me.
as a sign of our love.
I didn’t confront him that night. I’m not sure if it was because I still loved him, or if I was just too stubborn to let go.
When I came home after my night shift, the TV was still on, but Ethan was in the dark bedroom on the phone.
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His tone was irritated, “No way. Last time it was because of Aunt Susan.
You’re not convincing me again…”
“Mom, I haven’t broken up with Megan Summers yet.”
“You can set it up, but I’m not going… You might like her, but I don’t.”
Rocky made a sound, and the call ended abruptly.
I pretended like nothing had happened. In my heart, I tried to tell myself he had no choice. I gave him another chance. I gave us another chance, after
seven years.
This time, he had picked the date to get our license.
And again, here I was, left waiting.
There’s a saying: fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on
- me. I wasn’t going to let there be a third time.
Because he didn’t deserve my forgiveness.
I didn’t go home. Instead, I went straight to the hospital. I had swapped
shifts with Ryan Jacobs for today.
“Sue, I thought you had something to take care of?”
I gave him a small smile and handed him the coffee I just bought. “Plans got canceled last minute. You should go home and spend time with Crystal. We haven’t all been able to catch up lately.”
Ryan’s girlfriend, Crystal Young, is my best friend.
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“Can’t. She’s covering a shift for the new nurse.”
The new nurse? That was Tiffany Jones–the girl Ethan went on a date
with.
Ethan had stood me up, and Tiffany swapped shifts…
I pulled out my phone and scrolled. Sure enough, Tiffany had posted on social media–a photo of a dinner table, with steak, red wine, and a massive bouquet of long–stemmed roses.
And beside them, half of a phone.
I recognized it instantly–it was Ethan’s. There was a tiny diamond sticker I had put on the corner, now catching the candlelight in a soft glow.
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How long had it been since he last gave me flowers?
Oh, right. The last time was when I won a writing contest last year.
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The prize was $2,000. He bought me a small bouquet of baby’s breath.
“Megan, flowers don’t last. They wither in a few days, so I got you something affordable,” he had said, standing in front of me with the Tag Heuer Watch I had just bought him on his wrist.
I smiled, holding my cheap bouquet, and took Ethan out for seafood–his favorite.
Now, here he was, giving someone else those impractical, expensive
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it.”
Turns out, whether something is “practical” depends on whether it’s “worth
I’d always heard from friends that long–term relationships can fade. Without the passion of new love or the commitment of marriage, things rarely end well.
So when he proposed, I said yes.
There was no thought–out proposal, no ring, no fireworks, and no
witnesses.
We sat on the couch, discussing it as casually as what we’d have for dinner
the next day.
He called it maturity–stability.
Looking back, maybe that wasn’t the natural progression of love. Maybe it
was just settling.
He didn’t have any better options.
But when did he change?
Because I know he loved me once.
