So, my fiancé proposed to me six months ago, and we planned our wedding for late fall—on my birthday! We were so excited for the big day, and having it on my birthday felt extra special. It was exactly what we wanted.
But a month before the wedding, his boss dropped a bombshell. He had to go on a three-day work trip on our wedding day. Apparently, his job was on the line, and there was also a big promotion at stake. Reluctantly, I agreed to postpone the wedding by a few weeks.
Fast forward to my birthday—the day we were supposed to get married—and instead, he’s off on his business trip. I felt so down, just wandering the city with a coffee in hand. Eventually, I ended up near the edge of town and decided to stop by a hotel restaurant to grab another coffee.
As the bartender was making my drink, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. At the hotel reception desk, I saw him. My fiancé. In a suit. Walking up the stairs to the second floor. BUT He was supposed to be 500 miles away!
