The Fiancée's Fatal Flaw

Yesterday, she was my fiancée, the woman I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with.

Today, the day our future was supposed to begin, she called to tell me she had amnesia and didn't know who I was.

Then, she told me to meet her at the courthouse to annul our marriage license, threatening me with her father's lawyers.

I arrived to find her clinging to Caleb, her high school sweetheart, his arm possessively around her waist.

She looked at me with cold, empty eyes and declared me a stranger, even as Caleb smirked, confirming her "amnesia" was real, or maybe not.