She Didn't Show on Our Big Day
It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant.
My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss.
"Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?"
I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?"
That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"