Promised to Me, He Married My Best Friend

In the fifth year of my long-distance relationship with Zachary Bolton.

The last time we parted at the airport, he cried and promised me, "Lydia, when the first snow falls in New York this year, let's get married, okay?"

I checked the weather forecast—it was going to snow heavily tomorrow.

So I immediately bought a plane ticket to New York.

I was going to propose to my boyfriend!

In the swirling snowfall, I looked through the bridal shop's display window and saw Zachary in a sharp suit.

Before I could feel happy, a woman threw herself into his arms.