Her Wedding Became a Funeral After Three Tests

My fiancée' s childhood best friend had tested me three times.

The first time, when my fiancée Valerie was sick with a cold, he hid razor blades in my shoe. The blades cut deep into my soles, yet he made me deliver her medicine through the pain.

He called it a test of whether my love could overcome any hardship.

The second time, on our fifth anniversary, as I left work two hours early to cook, he sprinkled itching powder into my kitchen apron. By the time I finished dinner, I was covered in itchy welts.

He laughed, claiming it was to prove my true intentions.