Brent trembled with rage, his face ashen. He glared at the woman with murderous eyes and snarled:

"What the hell are you talking about? Who has a disease? You're insane! Get out! Don't you dare ruin this for me!"

I feigned panic as I snatched the medical report from the floor. One glance, and my face drained of color.

My voice shook with fear and devastation as I cried out:

"I—I'm calling off the wedding! Brent, I want out!"