The Rain Ceases, Our Wedding Falls Apart

Summary

I have a mild hearing impairment, my right ear nearly deaf.

As kids, Lonny always stood to my right. “That way,” he’d say, “if anyone talks behind your back, I’ll hear it first.”

Years later, we were engaged, invitations printed. Everyone envied my childhood sweetheart who’d shielded me for over a decade.

Then Hailey joined his firm. Striking, vibrant, with an easy smile, she eyed my hearing aid before teasing, “With that on, does she even hear your sweet nothings?” My face paled; Lonny frowned mildly. “She speaks without thinking,” he murmured. “Don’t mind her.”