Why love anymore

Summary

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Fifty-five days. That’s how long it had been since my fiancé ghosted me. So, I called off the wedding. The one I’d been dreaming about for eight years.

He was off in some Buddhist retreat, playing Florence Nightingale to his childhood sweetheart, Willow, who was supposedly battling depression.

He even managed to get the Evergreen Temple, usually bustling with tourists, shut down for six whole months!

Meanwhile, I was being hounded by reporters, thanks to his vanishing act. I was practically