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

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.

But somehow, neither option felt remotely possible anymore.

He had watched me bury him.

His mother had held my hand while I cried.

Someone had arranged a funeral.

Someone had put a coffin in the ground.

People had brought food to my apartment and sat beside me while I stared at walls.

Adrian had let all of that happen.

Now he was 20 minutes away from marrying someone else.

I washed the mascara from under my eyes and walked out of the restroom.

My assistant, Kendra, found me near the service hallway.

She frowned when she saw my face.

“What happened?”

“I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“Stay with the flowers. Don’t let anyone move the arrangements.”

She studied me.

“Meredith, you’re scaring me.”

“I know.”

“Should I call someone to come help us?”

“Not yet.”

I walked toward the ceremony space.

Guests were already taking their seats.