My Fiancé Shielded My Drinks; A Future Call Made Me Ruthless

At the engagement banquet, my fiancé Eustace smiled gently and took three rounds of toasts on my behalf. The whole family said I'd married well. After the party broke up, I rubbed my aching shoulders and went to the restroom. My phone had fallen to the floor, and somehow it answered a FaceTime call on its own. The woman on the screen had a shaved head, her collarbones jutting out, and below the collar of her hospital gown was a PICC line for chemotherapy.