The Day I Disappeared He Finally Cared
My fiancé, Caleb Giles, was about to abandon me at the altar. Again. It was our wedding day at a Napa Valley vineyard, and he was choosing his cousin, Cassie Monroe, a woman who weaponized her supposed emotional fragility to get whatever she wanted.
I stopped him. "Caleb, can't we finish the wedding first?"
Caleb's brow furrowed, his voice tight with restrained anger and accusation. "Cassie is missing and on the verge of a breakdown, and all you can think about right now is this spectacle?"
My parents sided with him, their disappointment aimed squarely at me. "Juliana," my mother said, "Cassie's mother died saving you."
"Now that she's missing, you're only thinking about yourself," my father added.
I stood frozen, watching their anxious silhouettes disappear through the door as my heart plummeted into an icy void.
This was the third time Caleb had abandoned me for Cassie on an important occasion.
The first time was our engagement party. She claimed to be having a breakdown, and Caleb flew overnight to be with her. It turned out she was just throwing a tantrum because she’d failed to snag a limited-edition handbag.
The second time was during our wedding photoshoot in Paris. She called, sobbing that her boyfriend had dumped her. Without a second thought, Caleb abandoned our photoshoot and spent the entire night consoling her on the phone.
The third time was our wedding.
They all believed I owed Cassie—that I should always put her first.
This time, I decided to give her everything.
After the wedding that never was, I submitted an application for a classified federal biology project: "Project Aegis."
The program's requirements were stringent. Once selected, all my information would be classified for the next five years. No one would be able to find me.
Word got back to me that after I vanished, the ever-elegant and self-possessed Caleb Giles completely lost his mind.