The Love That No One Could Rewrite

A strange man dropped to his knees in front of me, begging me to give him my fiancée.

“I really love her. I can’t live without her. Please, give her back to me.”

“Is he your ex?”

“No. Who the hell are you?”

My fiancée looked just as confused as I was.

I believed them when they said they didn’t know each other. I assumed the man was mentally unstable.

But later, I saw my fiancée grab his hand and beg him to forgive her.

I stepped out of the fitting room when a seemingly mild-mannered man suddenly rushed over and dropped to his knees in front of me.