The Wedding Gift: His second Chance

lies intertwined for generations. Our fathers had been best friends, and our engagement felt as natural

gs. Olivia was my rock. She held me when I cried, managed the funeral arrangements when I couldn't, and sat with me in silence for hours. Her grandmother would

ooks and the overwhelming logistics of death. I loved her for it, a deep, grateful love that I thought would last

he was understanding. But gradually, her patience wore thin. My calls would go unanswered. My texts would be met with short, dismissive replies hours later. Whe

. She's stressed. She's not used to the demands of a doctor's life. I'd try to plan dates, to buy her gifts, but nothing s

arring. Sarah, in five minutes, had offered me a practical solution to a potential problem-a place to stay. Olivia,

refuge, a place where my actions had clear, tangible results. I was in the middle of a complex procedure, guidin

and had been my mentor since I started my medical career. Her office was a sanctu

r expression serious. "I've re

ector. I've decided

bout Olivia? I heard about her accident. And I've heard... rum

se, the hospital gossip mill was alread

lot of memories for you, but you don't owe your future to a memory. If you need to leave to find y

d to swallow hard to keep my composure.

an unknown number. "This is your wife. Hope you found somewhere t

grandmother is on her way over to the house. She wants to

tion washing over me. "I'm

"And on your way, pick up some organic, glute

own at the text from Sarah, then at the memory of Olivia's demanding voice. The whipla