Shattered Dreams
Seven years I spent with Jason Shaw, but I never got a ring.
Rather, all I received was an invitation to another person's wedding.
That day, as a wedding planner, I was at the rehearsal, making last-minute adjustments. Looking up, I saw the man whom I waited every day to reply to my messages, walking down the aisle, arm in arm with another bride.
"Her boyfriend had something urgent come up, so I'm filling in for him," he said, standing straight, his tone light, a small smile on his lips.
But his eyes couldn't hide the hurt, like a child who lost his favorite toy.
As if that wasn't enough, he told me to hand over my wedding plan. He patted me on the shoulder, saying sincerely, "There's
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