“I want to see you walk down that aisle,” said Jack.
Chloe smiled, then her eyes welled up. After Barry’s cruel betrayal, another commitment was not easy.
“If my answer’s yes, I’ll meet you on Monday at our favourite coffee place… but if I don’t show…”
She couldn’t complete the sentence.
Monday came and Jack reached twenty minutes early.
It was closing time when the waitress gently asked him to leave.
A day later, he got a text: I’m sorry.
In her hospital room, Chloe sobbed bitterly.
The accident occurred on her way to meet Jack. When she woke up, she couldn’t feel her legs. She wouldn’t be walking down that aisle, she wouldn’t be walking again, ever.
Jack would still marry me…no, he’d leave me…hounded by agonizing days of self-doubt, finally, with trembling fingers she dialed his number, when suddenly, in walked Jack!
He’d tracked her down.
“J-Jack…I was coming to meet…”
But Jack was already next to her and she saw the ring sparkle.
“Chloe, will you marry me?”