“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”

urried toward us.

“Ms. Colleen, we’ve been looking everywhere for you. The groom needs his mother.”

I stared at Colleen.

For a moment, that seemed to explain everything.

Adrian had an older brother, Julian.

Of course.

This must be his wedding.

Julian and I had always gotten along well.

He had been quieter than Adrian, but he was kind to me.

At holidays, he was usually the person helping me carry dishes into

the kitchen while everyone else argued over football.

I won’t lie — it hurt a little that he hadn’t invited me.

But after Adrian’s death, I’d barely spoken to his family.

Maybe they thought a wedding would be too painful for me.

Maybe Julian had decided that seeing him stand at an altar would remind me too much of everything I’d lost.

I tried not to take it personally.

Then I noticed the corsage on her wrist.

I’d made it myself that morning.

It was for the groom’s mother.

Colleen glanced at me, then quickly followed the coordinator away.

I watched her leave.