Left At The Altar

The night before our wedding, Chloe got completely wasted at a bar.

Her childhood best friend, Dylan, was the one who brought her home. When they said goodbye, they clung to each other like star-crossed lovers.

Chloe was practically draped across his chest, slurring her confession:

"Honestly... you're the one I've always wanted to marry."

Dylan offered me a careless shrug. "Chloe had a few too many drinks, man. We're like brothers."

The next second, I saw his new Instagram post. It was a picture of a diamond ring, captioned:

A promise I could never deliver.