getting married, he has even agreed to let you have a two-week break every two months. That way, you can still spend time with your husband.”
William Moore, my former professor, had established a research project at Laran Hospital in Etolia. Six months ago, he called me and invited me to join his medical research team.
However, if I did that, I would have to be cut off from the outside world for extended periods. Such periods of isolation could last anywhere from a month to a year or more.
At the time, I couldn’t bear to be apart from Dante for so long, so I rejected Professor Moore’s invitation. But now, Dante was already the father to someone else’s baby.
Since he never once gave any consideration to our relationship or our prospective marriage before he made his decision, I saw no reason to proceed with the wedding.
“I’ve decided, Julia. I’m willing to join the hospital, and I won’t need the break. I’m fine with sticking to the project timeline,” I said.
“That’s great news! Professor Moore will be thrilled!” Julia exclaimed in surprise and delight. “When do you plan on coming over? Why not join us a week after the wedding? That way, you can still go on your honeymoon.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll fly over on my wedding day,” I replied softly.
My eyes fell on the calendar on the table. I had circled the tenth of next month with a red marker. Initially, it was just a reminder for myself—a countdown to my wedding date. It made things easier for me when I had to make all the arrangements.
Now, it was a countdown to when I would leave Dante. In 15 days, Dante and I would no longer have any ties with one another. It would be over between us for good.
