Sweetie Moore
Graham Whitmore had been with me for eight years, all while keeping another woman as his mistress for six.
On the eve of our wedding, he swore he had finally cut ties with them.
He threw money around, settling things with every woman he had been involved with and making sure I never lost face.
I was overjoyed, thinking that, after all those years, I had finally made it to the other side until one flimsy pregnancy test changed everything.
Graham drove through the night, tearing across state lines without a second thought, all to get back to his true love. They kissed beneath a tree as if no one else existed, as if I were the villain standing in the way of some tragic love story.
So, I took a pair of scissors to my new gown and called off the wedding.
By the time Graham rushed back, photos of him with the other woman had already gone viral. Overnight, they had become the targets of public outrage.
He pointed at me and snarled, "Luna Calhoun, whatever problem you have, take it out on me. Why did you have to drag Jennifer into this?"
"You know what?" I shot back. "Dating you was the biggest mistake and the biggest stain on my life!"