He Chose His Mistress, So I Chose Me

“Uncle… is that marriage you once planned for me still an option? If it is, then pick me up next week. I’ll say yes—because he postponed our wedding… again… for Elise. I’m done.”

Before he could answer, I hung up. My hands shook as I clutched the lace of my gown, lowering the phone slowly. My wedding had turned into nothing more than a display of pity—my so-called fiancé never even showed up.

When I finally called him, desperate for an explanation, his voice was maddeningly calm, as if he didn’t realize the chaos he’d left me in.