Fleeing From Her False Love
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Two years in Paris. I pushed myself to the absolute brink, sacrificing sleep and sanity to finish my PhD early, all so I could fly back to Chicago and fulfill my promise to marry her.
But while unpacking in what was supposed to be our bridal suite, I found them. A pristine, velvet-lined box tucked at the back of Bess’s closet. Inside were dozens of boarding passes. She had been flying to France at least once a month.
Not to see me.
She had been flying to a chateau in the Champagne region, barely a hundred miles from my cramped Parisian apartment.
