Bitter as a Ballad​

Summary

My fiancée always had an excellent memory, almost photographic, but when I proposed, she forgot to extend her hand for the diamond ring. When we went to get our marriage license, she forgot her ID. On our wedding day, she didn't even show up.

She was busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding in the venue next door.

This scene caused my mom to have a heart attack on the spot. I begged my fiancée to come to her bedside to explain, but she gently held the hand of her childhood sweetheart's mother, called her "Mom," and then claimed I was a persistent stalker.