I Was Left Behind at the Altar
Rachel Larson was adamant about marrying me, and she spent ten years stealing my heart. On the night before our wedding, I overheard her conversation with her friend.
"You're marrying Leonardo? What about your side piece?"
A moment of silence later, Rachel answered, "That guy? He's just a cheap replacement. Leonardo's the real deal. Don't compare my side piece to him. If he stays put and keeps his mouth shut, I might let him stay around. Leonardo's a broad-minded man. He won't mind."
The side piece did not stay put. In fact, he caused a scene at the wedding the next day. He shoved me off the stage, but the woman who was supposed to marry me darted over to his side instead.
Why?
He was holding a piece of broken glass against his throat. Gutturally, he roared, "Choose! Me or him?"
Panicked, Rachel kicked me away despite my injuries, and she roared, "Get out of the way! I need to take him to the hospital! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!"
She didn't need to wait that long. My heart died right there and then.
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That night, I bought a flight ticket that would take me abroad and left her.