My Fiancé Passed Away Before Our Wedding – Three Months Later, I Caught His Mom Sneaking Into Another Wedding – Page 10

My phone started ringing. It was my assistant.

“Meredith? The coordinator’s looking for you. They’re about to start.”

I looked at

myself in the mirror.

My eyes were swollen.

My mascara was ruined.

“Meredith? Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to take over?”

I thought about Adrian.

Alive. Smiling.

Getting ready for a wedding while I’d spent three months grieving him.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

I wiped my face and picked up my florist badge.

And suddenly, I knew exactly what I was going to do next — and how I was going to make Adrian regret what he’d done to me.

I stood in front of the mirror for another few seconds.

My hands were still shaking.

Part of me wanted to leave.

Another part wanted to find Adrian and demand an explanation.