“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”

There were arrangements to finish. Candles had to be placed. The ceremony flowers needed one final check.

A few minutes later, I spotted her near the groom’s room.

This time, I almost walked away.

Of course she was there. Her son was getting married.

Still, something about the way she moved bothered me.

She looked around before slipping inside.

Then I heard Colleen’s voice.

“You need to hurry. The ceremony starts in 20 minutes.”

A man answered.

I stopped.

That wasn’t Julian’s voice.

Something about it made my whole body go cold.

I had heard that voice half asleep in the morning.

I had heard it whisper beside me in movie theaters.

I had heard it arguing about cake.

But that was impossible.

I moved closer to the door.

Through the narrow opening, I could see Colleen.

Then the man stepped into view.

My hand flew to my mouth.

Adrian.