An unexpected bombshell was dropped by my fiance, Daniel, only two days before our wedding. He had to go on an unforeseen vacation. There was something about his story that didn’t set well with me, and when I received a call from his employer, I decided to follow him because it created more questions than it asked answers. I was forced to doubt not just Daniel’s honesty but also my faith in love and the future that I believed we were going to embrace together as a result of what I found out, which was very different from what I had envisioned.

The moment I hit thirty, a suffocating sense of dread started to make its way into my mind. I was concerned that I had neglected to find love, and that it was possible that I would never find someone who would want to spend the rest of their life with me alone. But here I was, teetering on the brink of becoming a wife two days before the big day.