The Wrong Watch, A Seven Year Lie

Summary

On the eve of our wedding, my fiancée sent me a luxury watch.

I looked at my prosthetic arm and decided to call it quits right then and there.

Her star athlete called me soon after, sounding fake-apologetic.

"Mr. Miller, I'm so sorry. I messed up the measurements for the watch. Please don't blame Lydia."

I could hear Lydia's impatient voice in the background.

"Ignore him. I'm the one who bought it. He wouldn't dare refuse it."

I let out a cold laugh. I left the divorce papers on the table