Almost immediately, his friends flooded my inbox, asking if I was okay. It was clear he was trying hard to hide the fact that he was switching brides. I replied to everyone, thanking them for their concern, and even liked and commented on his post, saying that sincerity will bring results.
It seemed, just as I had expected, he had gone to a church to pray. Like any devoted couple, he and Zolenn must have knelt together, making their vows. After making a donation, they took a red ribbon and a love lock.
Yzail held Zolenn close as they wrote their wishes side by side. He tied the red ribbon high on an old tree, and then they went to hang the love lock.
When he turned around for a brief moment, I caught a glimpse of his bloodshot eyes, red from worry. It was a look I knew too well. Once, when I was in the hospital, he had stayed by my side, afraid that if he looked away for even a second, something bad might happen to me. Now, that same fear gripped him, but it was for Zolenn and the child she carried.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want children—he just didn’t want my child. That’s why he abandoned me so easily.