We were laying in bed when my date told me about the woman he planned to marry

My face made expressions no amount of Botox could prevent (Picture: Liv Arnold)

‘There’s a girl waiting for me back home.’

Frank* is curled around me in bed, one arm resting across my waist beneath the sheets. ‘She’s so beautiful,’ he continued.

I go still. Surely he’s not talking about another woman – while holding me in his arms?

‘When I return in six years, I’m marrying her.’

My face made expressions no amount of Botox could prevent. ‘Maybe there’s a missing piece of information,’ I thought, frantically.

But there wasn’t.

I’d met Frank seven hours earlier on a beach in Read Entire Article