My Mind Erased Our Marriage
Language: en
Diana dropped the bomb in our college alumni group chat: I’m divorced. In the very next message, she tagged Ternence. Will you marry me now? Reading those words, the memory of that absurd wedding three years ago rushed back, vivid and suffocating. That day, playing the role of the tragic heroine to perfection, Diana had abandoned the devoted second-choice man at the altar. She shoved her expensive bridal bouquet into my chest, told the gasping crowd that Ternence and I made a better pair, and ran out the chapel doors to chase her "true love." I had stood there, frozen in tulle and shock,…