Married to My Savior

There are only thirty days left until my wedding with Justin Shaw. I sat on the living room sofa, my fingers clenched tightly, while Justin knelt on both knees before me. He is the man I have loved for five years. "Hannah, please believe me. It was Maggie Scott who came onto me; she drugged my drink." His voice trembled as he grasped the hem of my pants. Maggie is a new intern at his company, five years younger than us. I said nothing, my throat tightening. "She's pregnant." Justin's voice dropped even lower. "But Hannah, you're the only one I love." I looked up into his reddened eyes. "So, what do you want to do?" "I'll handle this!" He immediately looked up, desperation in his eyes. "I'll give her money, make her get an abortion, then send her abroad. She'll never show up again." "Never?" I whispered, echoing the word. "Yes, never!" He held my hand tightly. "Hannah, please forgive me this once. The wedding will go on as planned. I can't live without you." His forehead rested against the back of my hand, tears soaking through. Five years of sweet memories flashed through my mind. I closed my eyes as tears slipped down. "Okay, I forgive you." Justin Shaw hugged me tightly, his voice full of joy: "Hannah, thank you! I promise I'll make it up to you and treat you well for the rest of my life!" I leaned against him, feeling only cold emptiness.