No refunds. No apologies. Just called the venue, the caterer, the florist, and let it all burn.
It’s been four months now.
I still get awkward texts from people asking if I’m okay. If I’m dating. If I’ll ever forgive her.
I’m okay. No, I’m not dating. And no—I don’t think I can forgive her.
Because once you see the truth, it’s like a fire. It might start with a photo…
But once it catches, there’s no putting it out.