“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”

Alive.

And he was wearing the same suit he’d bought for our wedding.

I couldn’t move.

For one terrible second, my mind rejected what my eyes were showing me.

“Does everything look okay?” he asked.

Colleen adjusted his tie.

“You look perfect.”

Adrian smiled.

“Good. I don’t want anything going wrong today.”

I stumbled backward before either of them could see me.

My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it.

Three months earlier, I’d stood at Adrian’s funeral believing I’d never hear his voice again.

Now he was alive.

His mother knew.

And they had both let me mourn him.

I turned and ran.

I barely made it to the restroom before the tears came.

I locked myself inside and cried until I could barely breathe.

My phone started ringing. It was my assistant.

“Meredith? The coordinator’s looking for you. They’re about to start.”

I looked at