“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 had heard it whisper beside me in movie theaters.

I had heard it arguing about cake.

But that was impossible.

I moved closer to the door.

Through the narrow opening, I could see Colleen.

Then the man stepped into view.

My hand flew to my mouth.

Adrian.

Alive.

And he was wearing the same suit he’d bought for our wedding.

I couldn’t move.

For one terrible second, my mind rejected what my eyes were showing me.

“Does everything look okay?” he asked.

Colleen adjusted his tie.

“You look perfect.”

Adrian smiled.

“Good. I don’t want anything going wrong today.”