From Victim to Victor: My Wedding Day

, my fiancée, on her "find herself" trip, wrapped not in a sleeping bag alone,

or five years, sh

about the canceled wedding, Caleb smirking behind her. Then, hours later, a call from the

haming me for "breaking her heart over a misunderstandi

in my apartment, wearing my shirt, with Jenny spinning a flimsy tale about a clogg

anished, replaced by a

e being t

ver; it was going

r I' d carefully acquired. I needed e

eeks. And I was going to