The Fiancée Who Vanished

of my belly, a secret smile playing on my lips. Today, I was marrying Ethan, the brilliant tech entrepreneur, the man who had swept me off my feet, and we were starting our fa

now running a security firm so exclusive it was practically invisible. He handled things, "comp

r, too sharp, too

there, her face pale, her eye

voice cracking, "there's..

hick and heavy like the flor

had that last-minute meeting." My voice was surprisingly steady,

, "His plane... Sarah, his plane went down.

buckled, and Chloe caught me before I hit the polished wood floor. Ethan. My Ethan. Gone. Our baby would never know its

nd an emptiness so vast it threatened to swallow me whole. David was there, a silent, strong presence, handling everything, shielding me from the wo

t cold, seemed genuinely devastated, though her grief was more performative, more public than mine. I just wanted to hide, to curl