His Final Letter Wasn’t for Me

I waited five years for my boyfriend to finally complete his mission and retire from the Special Forces, ready to come back and marry me.

But then I found thirty-six farewell letters among his personal belongings.

These letters were all written before he went abroad to carry out counter-terrorism missions, filled with his longing for the one he loved—but that person wasn't me.

Clutching my pregnancy test report with a shattered heart, I came to the snowy mountain peak, only to see him—always so proud—kneeling before Lillian Reed.