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My fiancé's childhood sweetheart was getting married, and somehow, he seemed to care more about her wedding than ours. On the day we were supposed to get engaged, he ditched me—his bride-to-be—to help direct traffic for her ceremony. Later, while I was on my way to the hospital for a prenatal check, he left me stranded on the highway… just so he could witness her happiness. As I bled helplessly on the roadside, I called him ninety-nine times. He never answered. I survived—but only barely. That day, something inside me died. Two years later, on my wedding day, he showed up uninvited, eyes red with rage. "Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you? I never agreed to break up!" I smiled, calm and distant. "Sorry," I said softly, "I'm already married. And pregnant."