He Made It Official; I Made My Exit
During a company team-building event, I collapse from a seafood allergy. Yet my fiance, Frederick Scott, rushes Beatrice Sutton, who only twisted her ankle, to the hospital.
I come close to dying because I don't get treatment in time.
Later, Frederick explains, "Beatrice is my best friend's sister. He's seriously ill now, and I promised him I'd take care of his sister. I swear I'll keep my distance from her from now on."
This isn't the first time I've heard an excuse like that.
On our fifth anniversary, Beatrice accidentally deleted a work file and burst into tears out of worry. When Frederick