Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing

I was getting married tomorrow, but my boyfriend of eight years had no idea.

These days, he'd been completely absorbed with his new executive assistant. They'd hit it off instantly, their endless conversations punctuated with laughter.

For her birthday celebration, he'd even special-ordered an elaborate three-tiered cake from an upscale bakery.

At the party, they'd playfully smeared frosting on each other's faces, seemingly forgetting my severe dairy allergy.

That night ended with me in the ER.

When I finally regained consciousness, I agreed to the arranged marriage my parents had proposed.