My Mourning, His Celebration
When my father succumbed to a brutal illness, my world shattered.
The day before his funeral, my fiancé abandoned me to marry his first love, which added to my grief.
When I confronted him, his irritation was palpable.
"Megan's dad is dying of cancer," he snapped. "His last wish is to see her get married. I did something good. Can't you see it?"
That night, I called him, desperate for answers, only to hear that woman's smug voice.
"Blake is in the shower. Can I help you?"
I hung up without a word, my heart sinking.
Later, he called back, exhausted and dismissive. "I'm swamped with wedding plans. Don't bother me with irrelevant things, okay?"
Silence was my only response.
I tossed the engagement ring into the trash and canceled our wedding plans, severing the ties that bound us.