The Bride He Forgot Walked Away

I was supposed to marry Adrian Westwood, the heir to one of Boston’s most powerful families. But before our wedding, my sister chose my dress, changed my music, stood beside him in every photo—and Adrian let her. Everyone treated me like an afterthought in my own wedding, so I quietly packed my suitcase and walked away. On the morning Adrian came to take me to the church, the bridal suite was empty. No note. No tears. No bride. For the first time, the man who had forgotten me finally understood what it meant to be left behind.