In the third year of my fiancé's absence, I became pregnant

Summary

On the day Julian Thorne and I were supposed to get married, he ran away with his first lover.

To taunt me, he sent a photo of the two of them from every new city they visited.

By the time the ninety-ninth photo arrived, I was getting a manicure and enjoying high tea flown in from Paris.

But after three years of silence, Julian suddenly showed up at my front door.

He pointed at the wedding photo of me and another man on the wall and started screaming.

"You actually dared to sleep around wit