He Trashed My Heirloom Dress

Summary

To love someone for six whole years... in the end, it just leaves you hollow.

Today was supposed to be our engagement party. The guests had been waiting for hours, their murmurs growing from polite whispers to an unbearable, pitying hum. But he never showed.

I called his phone until my battery bled red, met only by the sterile, mocking tone of his voicemail.

I was on the verge of collapsing when a notification popped up. An Instagram post from her—the childhood best friend he’d spent a lifetime making exceptions for.