Sweet Revenge of the Discarded Groom

Summary

On the night of our engagement party, my fiancée, Mandy, posted a photo on Instagram:

“Maybe there are five thousand flowers in the world that look just like you, but only the one I fell for at first sight is my one and only rose.”

The photo was a close-up of her in an ivory bridal gown. Beside her, the frame had been cropped with surgical precision, erasing every trace of my existence.

Her bridesmaid group chat had already colonized the comment section with synchronized sympathy:

“Our poor Mandy baby… having to settle…”

“Darren really lucked out, what a bridge troll…”