I Married the Man Who Saved My Life
“What are you talking about?”
“I should’ve told you years ago. But I was scared. Scared you’d hate me. Scared I’d lose you.”
I just sat there, stunned. “Ryan, you saved me. You called the ambulance. You stayed with me.”
“I know. But it’s more complicated than that.”
“Then explain it to me! Stop being cryptic and just tell me what you mean!”
He shook his head. “I can’t. Not yet. I just needed you to know that I’m responsible.”
“I was scared.”
“Responsible for what?”
He stood up abruptly.
“I need some air.”
“Ryan, don’t walk away from me!”
But he did. He left the bedroom, and I heard the front door close.
I sat there alone, my wedding dress still on, trying to understand what had just happened.
He left the bedroom, and I heard the front door close.
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