The Regret of Love Rises with the Wind

The day had started like a dream. After ten long years of waiting, Soren Maxwell, my boyfriend, had finally proposed. Our engagement party had been a whirlwind of laughter and celebration, champagne glasses clinking under the soft lights of the grand ballroom. I had been on cloud nine, tipsy not just from the wine but from the giddy excitement of finally becoming Soren's fiancée. But now, hours later, standing barefoot and bleeding in front of what should've been our wedding house, the weight of reality crashed down on me.