Let Your Bestie Have My Dress

Summary

My fiancé’s favorite promise was "next time".

When my chronic stomach ulcer flared up and landed me in the hospital, he said he’d accompany me to my follow-up "next time".

When I had to work late on my birthday, he said he’d make it up to me "next time".

When I received my acceptance letter from the prestigious hospital in London, he said we'd celebrate "next time".

But his "next time" always belonged to Amber.

When she went through a breakup, he drove across three state lines at two in the morning just to sit with her.