“My Fiancé Died Three Weeks Before Our Wedding — Months Later, I Followed His Mother and Discovered She Was Attending Someone Else’s Wedding Wearing the Dress I Never Got to Wear”

I wanted lemon.

“We’re seriously fighting over cake now?” Adrian asked one night, staring at me across our kitchen table.

“We’re not fighting,” I said. “I’m explaining why you’re wrong.”

He laughed so hard he nearly spilled his coffee.

Those were the moments I kept returning to later.

Not the big plans. Not the guest list or the flowers.

I remembered his laugh, the way he leaned against the counter, and how certain I had been that we had years ahead of

us.

Then, six weeks before our wedding, Adrian died in a car accident.

There was no warning. No final conversation. No chance to say anything important.

One day, I was deciding where to seat his difficult uncle.

The next, I was identifying Adrian’s belongings.

The crash was so bad that we buried him in a closed casket