The Wife He Sold

My fiancé, Mark, whispered promises of forever, of a family, as we lay in bed watching the sunrise.

He said he loved me, and I believed him with every fiber of my being.

I built my world around him, his happiness my only goal.

Then, I found his journal.

Page after page, he wrote about Chloe, his childhood sweetheart, with a desperate, passionate love he never showed me.

It was dated a week after he proposed to me.

I wasn't his love; I was a placeholder, someone convenient to fund his lifestyle and soothe his ego while he waited for his true love to be available.