Choosing the One Who Was Always There

"Emma Blanton twists her ankle, and my fiance, Matthew Harrison, insists on becoming her personal chauffeur.When I voice my disapproval, he makes an even more outrageous decision. He moves Emma into my apartment at Bellemont District—the apartment I bought with my own money.He argues like he's the victim, "You're being selfish. She's injured, and living alone is too dangerous for her right now. I'm just being a decent human being."And that place is sitting empty anyway. Having someone there helps with security."On the morning we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, he doesn't show up.I call, expecting apologies. Instead, I hear, "Emma had a fever this morning—101 Fahrenheit. I had to take her to urgent care. We can postpone getting the marriage certificate. Her health can't wait."To hell with postponing!I grab my phone and call David Rockefeller. "Do you want to marry me? Then get to City Hall. I'm serious—right now.""