My Wedding Nightmare of the Century

I took thirteen stab wounds for Jacob. After I got out of the hospital, he married me.

But at the wedding, right after he slipped a ring on my finger, he pulled out an even bigger diamond ring and walked straight toward his first love, Celeste.

“Celeste,” he choked out, “I never forgot my promise to put a wedding ring on your finger. I’m sorry I failed you.”

Jacob started sobbing in front of everyone. Celeste held him gently, her eyes lifting over his shoulder and locking on mine.