After leaving for three years, my ex-boyfriend thought I was in a cold war

On the day of our civil wedding, my boyfriend, Julian Blackwood, had me kicked out of the courthouse, then walked in with his childhood sweetheart.

He looked at me with an indifferent shrug:

"Seraphina's child needs his birth registered. Once we're divorced, I'll marry you."

Everyone expected me, so deeply in love, to willingly wait another month for him.

After all, I had waited seven years.

But that very night, I accepted an arranged marriage abroad.

And vanished from his world.

Three years later, I returned to the country with my husband for a family remembrance trip.