Seven Years Lost: My Firefighter fiancé Saved Everyone But Our Love - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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I’ve always been the straight-shooting type
So when I discovered my firefighter boyfriend—Arthur Haustia's flirting with some girl, I didn't spiral.
Instead, I shoved his phone right in Arthur's face and demanded an explanation.
After a long silence, he came clean:
"She's a girl with depression I rescued during a mission. And yeah, I caught feelings."
"But Kayla, we've been together since high school. I swear to God, I'll cut contact with her completely."
Looking into Arthur's pleading eyes, I swallowed my heartbreak and chose to forgive him.
The wedding would go on as planned.
But on our wedding day, one of his buddies suddenly burst into the ceremony:
"Captain! Natalie found out about the wedding—she's threatening to jump off the rooftop !"
The diamond ring slipped right out of my hands and hit the floor.
Arthur was already sprinting for the exit.
With tears welling in my eyes, I screamed after him:
"Arthur Haustia! You walk out that door today, and we are DONE—forever!"
He hesitated for just a moment, but then left the wedding venue without looking back.
In the end, he still broke his promise.
The wedding venue erupted into chaos.
Guests were whispering, and every hushed comment felt like a knife twisting in my chest.
Both sets of parents rushed over, completely lost about what the hell just happened.
Gideon, one of Arthur's firefighter buddies, stood there awkwardly, his face burning red:
"Kayla... listen, Natalie's got severe depression. Last time she tried to jump, Arthur saved her life. She's like, totally dependent on him now. He's the only one who can talk her down... This is life or death here. He had no choice, I swear. Don't be pissed at him..."
Gideon had been Arthur's right-hand guy for three years, always calling me "sister-in-law", showing me mad respect.
Now? He couldn't even meet my eyes.
God knows what else he'd been helping Arthur hide from me, or how deep this thing with Natalie really went.
That’s when it hit me—Arthur had truly betrayed me.
My parents grabbed my hands, freaking out:
"What the hell is going on? Isn't he supposed to be on wedding leave? Who needs him to go play hero right now?"
Arthur's parents looked mortified, speed-dialing him:
"Kayla, honey, don't worry. I'm calling my idiot son right now. He better get his ass back here or I'll break his damn legs myself!"
The diamond ring was just lying there on the red carpet, getting kicked around by people walking by—just like my shattered heart.
I stood there in my wedding dress, the train dragging on the floor like a storm-soaked cloud.
All those perfect wedding fantasies? Turns out it would end up looking this pathetic.
The groom ditched his bride for another woman, leaving me standing in a hall filled with blessings.
Five straight hours. 108 phone calls. Arthur didn't pick up once.
I watched my phone screen go dark, light up, then die completely.
Light filtered through the stained glass, casting broken patterns on the ground—and on my empty ring finger, cold enough to hurt.
Guests started trickling out, leaving behind half-eaten wedding cake and scattered rose petals everywhere.
Suddenly everything started spinning. My mom's panicked screaming was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
When I came to, the smell of disinfectant hit me hard.
A nurse was changing my IV, and when she saw I was awake, she smiled gently:
"Congratulations, honey. You're pregnant. Can't be getting this upset anymore. Take care of yourself."
I stared at the ceiling as tears slid down my temples.
From seventeen, getting Arthur's love letter after football practice...
To college freshman year, when he'd ride a twenty-hour bus just to surprise me during our long-distance days...
To the day he became a firefighter and promised through tears, "I'll protect the world, but you'll always come first."
Seven years of memories flashed through my head like a movie on fast-forward.
I looked at my parents and Arthur's parents trying to hide their excitement about the baby, and my throat closed up.
How was I supposed to tell them that our seven-year love story was finally over?
So when I discovered my firefighter boyfriend—Arthur Haustia's flirting with some girl, I didn't spiral.
Instead, I shoved his phone right in Arthur's face and demanded an explanation.
After a long silence, he came clean:
"She's a girl with depression I rescued during a mission. And yeah, I caught feelings."
"But Kayla, we've been together since high school. I swear to God, I'll cut contact with her completely."
Looking into Arthur's pleading eyes, I swallowed my heartbreak and chose to forgive him.
The wedding would go on as planned.
But on our wedding day, one of his buddies suddenly burst into the ceremony:
"Captain! Natalie found out about the wedding—she's threatening to jump off the rooftop !"
The diamond ring slipped right out of my hands and hit the floor.
Arthur was already sprinting for the exit.
With tears welling in my eyes, I screamed after him:
"Arthur Haustia! You walk out that door today, and we are DONE—forever!"
He hesitated for just a moment, but then left the wedding venue without looking back.
In the end, he still broke his promise.
The wedding venue erupted into chaos.
Guests were whispering, and every hushed comment felt like a knife twisting in my chest.
Both sets of parents rushed over, completely lost about what the hell just happened.
Gideon, one of Arthur's firefighter buddies, stood there awkwardly, his face burning red:
"Kayla... listen, Natalie's got severe depression. Last time she tried to jump, Arthur saved her life. She's like, totally dependent on him now. He's the only one who can talk her down... This is life or death here. He had no choice, I swear. Don't be pissed at him..."
Gideon had been Arthur's right-hand guy for three years, always calling me "sister-in-law", showing me mad respect.
Now? He couldn't even meet my eyes.
God knows what else he'd been helping Arthur hide from me, or how deep this thing with Natalie really went.
That’s when it hit me—Arthur had truly betrayed me.
My parents grabbed my hands, freaking out:
"What the hell is going on? Isn't he supposed to be on wedding leave? Who needs him to go play hero right now?"
Arthur's parents looked mortified, speed-dialing him:
"Kayla, honey, don't worry. I'm calling my idiot son right now. He better get his ass back here or I'll break his damn legs myself!"
The diamond ring was just lying there on the red carpet, getting kicked around by people walking by—just like my shattered heart.
I stood there in my wedding dress, the train dragging on the floor like a storm-soaked cloud.
All those perfect wedding fantasies? Turns out it would end up looking this pathetic.
The groom ditched his bride for another woman, leaving me standing in a hall filled with blessings.
Five straight hours. 108 phone calls. Arthur didn't pick up once.
I watched my phone screen go dark, light up, then die completely.
Light filtered through the stained glass, casting broken patterns on the ground—and on my empty ring finger, cold enough to hurt.
Guests started trickling out, leaving behind half-eaten wedding cake and scattered rose petals everywhere.
Suddenly everything started spinning. My mom's panicked screaming was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
When I came to, the smell of disinfectant hit me hard.
A nurse was changing my IV, and when she saw I was awake, she smiled gently:
"Congratulations, honey. You're pregnant. Can't be getting this upset anymore. Take care of yourself."
I stared at the ceiling as tears slid down my temples.
From seventeen, getting Arthur's love letter after football practice...
To college freshman year, when he'd ride a twenty-hour bus just to surprise me during our long-distance days...
To the day he became a firefighter and promised through tears, "I'll protect the world, but you'll always come first."
Seven years of memories flashed through my head like a movie on fast-forward.
I looked at my parents and Arthur's parents trying to hide their excitement about the baby, and my throat closed up.
How was I supposed to tell them that our seven-year love story was finally over?
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