The Man Who Forgot to Love Me

My fiancé, Ethan Cole, was one of Boston's top dental surgeons.

But he never treated me.

""Doctors shouldn't treat people close to them,"" he'd said once. ""It compromises professional judgment.""

So I never asked. Cleanings, fillings, extractions—I handled all of it with other dentists.

Until my family dentist looked at my impacted wisdom tooth and let out a long sigh.

""This is a complicated case. You should really see Dr. Cole. He's the best at this kind of thing.""

So I booked an appointment at Ethan Cole's specialist clinic three weeks in advance.