My Fiancé Left Me for a Widow
At the engagement party, the champagne tower is only half-built when Marcus Harrison answers a phone call. He glances at me and says, "I have to go. Lily collapsed at the airport."
I say, "If you leave, we're done."
He leaves anyway, in front of 200 guests. 
He carries Lily Bardot in his arms, wearing the coat I gave him, as he drives away in my car.
The next day, he sends me an email that reads, "Lily will be moving into my apartment. She needs me, and I hope you can understand. Once Lily gets better, we'll get married. Please trust me."
I stare at the screen and suddenly laugh.
So what he wants isn't someone who loves him. It's someone who needs him. And I'm too independent, so I don't make the cut.
That evening, I scroll through my contacts and find a number I've never given a second glance to. It belongs to someone who's been waiting for me for 23 years.
I dial it. 
"Tomorrow night, 7:00 pm. Meet me at the restaurant by the sea."