Too Late, I’m Not Yours Anymore
My fiancé’s first love Chloe had returned.
Rumor had it she’d been overseas, treating some rare disease. I hadn’t believed it—until the day she showed up at my engagement party. 
And I watched as the man I’d been hopelessly in love with since I was sixteen left our party with her.
“Wait for me,” Nathan said, “She is fragile. I need to make sure she is well.” He ignored me, but accompanying her to everywhere.
I threw away the rings, trashed the wedding gown.
When I was pale and trembling from a heart failure later.
Nathan finally showed up. “Don’t you dare die on me, Emily,” His hands were shaking. His voice cracked. “We still have a wedding.”