Farewell, My Fake Fiancé

Synopsis

My fiancé, Lane Grant, was well-known for being a gentleman and always telling other guys to take care of their girlfriends. Yet during the five years we'd been together, he only made me take birth control pills. Last month, I'd been feeling unwell, so I went to the hospital alone. After going over my test results, the doctor told me I had to stop taking the pills. Otherwise, I'd never be able to have kids. That day, Lane was live streaming. I called him seven times. It wasn't until late at night that he finally replied: [Everyone else handles it fine. Why do you have to be so dramatic? I've got surgery tomorrow. Don't bother me with this trivial stuff.] I sat alone getting an IV drip in the hospital and didn't make it home until three in the morning. Lane was fast asleep, with his back to me. The next morning, he didn't even bother to ask if I was okay. Today, I used his tablet to edit the wedding guest list and accidentally stumbled on his chat history with his junior lab mate, Yvonne Reed. At 1:17 AM, Yvonne sent a message: [Lane, Eric still refuses to wear a condom. He wants me to take the pills instead.] Lane replied instantly: [Don't take them. You felt sick after taking one last time. You can't risk your health again.] Yvonne sent a crying emoji. [But he said, "Everyone else handles it fine. Why do you have to be so dramatic?"] I'd heard that before, almost word for word. Lane immediately called her, and they talked for three whole hours. In the end, he left a message: [Make him step up. If a guy won't even take basic responsibility, he doesn't deserve to say he loves you. A man who really cares about you would never ask you to risk your health for him.] I stared at that last sentence for ages, until the tablet screen dimmed and reflected my pale face at me. Turned out Lane was fully aware of it all. He simply never cared about me.