Let Your Bestie Have My Dress
Language: en
My fiancé’s favorite promise was "next time". When my chronic stomach ulcer flared up and landed me in the hospital, he said he’d accompany me to my follow-up "next time". When I had to work late on my birthday, he said he’d make it up to me "next time". When I received my acceptance letter from the prestigious hospital in London, he said we'd celebrate "next time". But his "next time" always belonged to Amber. When she went through a breakup, he drove across three state lines at two in the morning just to sit with her. When she was moving, he bailed on meeting my parents for the first…