Fiancé Cheated with My Sister, I Left

Three nights before my wedding, I called my fiancé, Garrett. A version of him from five years in the future answered.

I couldn't keep the happiness out of my voice.

"Are we happy together? Has your mother finally accepted me?"

A long silence hung on the other end before a low, tipsy chuckle came through.

The laugh was faint, the kind you'd use to humor a naive child.

"Vivi, in the last five years, you've asked me for a divorce more times than I can count."

I froze.

"...What do you mean?"

"It means you found out about me and Kiera."

My breath caught. I couldn't believe it.