Choose Your Ex Lose Your Bride
Language: en
Every Wednesday, my fiancé took our dog to see his ex-girlfriend. He swore it was part of their sacred post-breakup pact—a non-negotiable clause from when they called it quits. On the day Chase and I were scheduled to take our wedding photos, I waited at the studio until the sun sank below the horizon. He never showed. Instead, I got a brief, distracted phone call. "Piper’s busy on Wednesday," Chase said over the rushing sound of traffic. "She can't see Peanut then, so it had to be today." I stood alone in the dressing room, the heavy silk of my bridal gown suddenly feeling like an…