“My Fiancé Died Three Weeks Before Our Wedding — Months Later, I Followed His Mother and Discovered She Was Attending Someone Else’s Wedding Wearing the Dress I Never Got to Wear”

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“I didn’t know anything,” I told her.

Sarah covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Meredith.”

“So am I.”

Adrian stepped toward me.

“Meredith, please listen.”

“No.”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

That almost made me laugh.

“You let me bury you.”

His face twisted.

“I just didn’t know how to end things.”

“So you died?”

He had nothing to say.

I removed my florist badge and looked at him.

“You were right about one thing.”

He frowned.

“What?”

“Something went wrong today.”

Then I walked away.

I neither destroyed the flowers nor made a speech because neither mattered.

Sarah left through the front doors with her father.

Guests began whispering.

Julian disappeared into the ceremony room to explain whatever he could.

Colleen sat down against the hallway wall and cried.

Adrian stood alone in the suit he’d bought for our wedding.

For months, I had believed losing him

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