I Gave Him My Heart, Then Vanished on Our Wedding Day

"“That video in the group chat was filmed in your bridal suite, wasn’t it?” one of the women asked with a grin. “Sleeping around right under Adela’s nose? That’s bold.”Lorenzo leaned back, swirling his drink, looking pleased with himself.“Yes.”“I used to be too sick to do half the things I wanted,” he said, tapping his chest. “After the transplant, I realized spending the rest of my life with only one lover would be a waste.”The room erupted.He let them laugh, then added, “I set myself a goal. One hundred places before the wedding. Once it’s over, I’ll settle down. After that, my body and my marriage belong to Adela.”More laughter. More glasses raised.I stood outside the door with one hand pressed hard against my chest, where an artificial heart kept beating.Lorenzo never knew I had learned his language. He also never knew that I had already discovered he was keeping Vera—our wedding’s mistress of ceremonies—behind my back.And because he had hidden something from me, I had hidden something from him.I had already booked an assisted death service overseas."