The Rumor

Everyone had gone to bed already and I was making my last rounds through the house checking to make sure that there were no stray socks or toys laying on the floor before I closed the living room curtains as a signal for LV that it was safe to come into the house.

I waited next to the door and once I heard his footsteps on the porch I opened the door to welcome him inside. Almost immediately I sensed that something was wrong as his smile didn't quite reached his eyes. He removed his hat and coat and we headed into the living room to sit at our usual spots on the couch.

I tried to make conversation but it fell flat. LV started reaching for my hand but then quickly drew it back and stuffed them in his pockets as he said in a pain filled voice that he was releasing me from my promise to marry him.

My heart dropped to my stomach as I stared at him in disbelief and dread. This couldn't be happening! Our wedding was less than six months away and he was breaking up with me?!  "Why?" I managed to choke out.

"Someone told me that you are only pretending to love me because your parents want us to get married." he answered. "That you really can't stand the thought of being my wife," he continued. He continued with more horrid lies that I had apparently been saying about him.

Once he was done I told him there wasn't a word of truth in any of that. That I loved him with all my heart and my world would totally crash if we were to call off the wedding.

A look of intense relief washed over his face as he told me how glad he was and how the past week had been so hard when on one hand he didn't believe what that person told him and on the other hand doubts kept growing.

I asked him who had told him awful things like that and he said it had been one of my best friends. I was surprised and hurt and vowed to go talk to her the next day to find out why she had been saying things like that.