The rented cabin was supposed to be my honeymoon suite, the culmination of years of devotion to Jocelyn. But on our wedding night, my bride, dressed in white, sat on the bed wearing a red bandana over her mouth. She tearfully confessed it was to honor her first kiss, shared with her ex, Ryan Blakely, insisting she preserve that memory. When I gently tried to remove it, she flinched, then bit my hand, screaming I was disrespectful and only wanted what I wanted, before storming out. The next morning, she posted a picture with Ryan on social media, implying I gave her the silent treatment and calling him a "real friend." Years of sacrifice-a football scholarship, a dream business, my friends-all for her, felt like a lie. I looked at the bite mark, a small wound that felt like a gaping chasm in our entire relationship, and knew something was fundamentally broken. The old Caleb would have chased her, begged for an apology, desperate to fix things. But this time, something snapped, and I called my friends to officially start the hunting guide business I had abandoned for her. My life with Jocelyn was over, and I was finally going to live for myself.
The rented cabin was supposed to be my honeymoon suite, the culmination of years of devotion to Jocelyn.
But on our wedding night, my bride, dressed in white, sat on the bed wearing a red bandana over her mouth.
She tearfully confessed it was to honor her first kiss, shared with her ex, Ryan Blakely, insisting she preserve that memory.
When I gently tried to remove it, she flinched, then bit my hand, screaming I was disrespectful and only wanted what I wanted, before storming out.
The next morning, she posted a picture with Ryan on social media, implying I gave her the silent treatment and calling him a "real friend."
Years of sacrifice-a football scholarship, a dream business, my friends-all for her, felt like a lie.
I looked at the bite mark, a small wound that felt like a gaping chasm in our entire relationship, and knew something was fundamentally broken.
The old Caleb would have chased her, begged for an apology, desperate to fix things.
But this time, something snapped, and I called my friends to officially start the hunting guide business I had abandoned for her.
My life with Jocelyn was over, and I was finally going to live for myself.
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