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I pleaded with Chris Newton ninety-nine times before he finally agreed to marry me, so I could fulfill my mom's final wish. But we waited for him at the wedding venue all day, and even when my mom passed away with regret in her heart, he never showed up. Meanwhile, his childhood friend, Violet Nichols, posted a photo on her social media. She was wearing the wedding dress I'd custom-made, leaning shyly against his shoulder. The caption read: [First couple photoshoot! I'm so lucky to have a guy who fulfills all my wishes.] I called him in a rage, demanding answers, but Chris couldn't care less. He said, "Violet wanted to do a couple photoshoot. Since we had a wedding dress on hand, we borrowed it. Besides, it's just one time I stood you up. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? Forgive me this time, okay?" This was the hundredth time he'd stood me up. I let it slide ninety-nine times, but this time, I was done with it. By the time I finished dealing with my mom's funeral, it was already deep into the night. Out of habit, I unlocked my phone. The chat with Chris was still empty. He didn't reply. But on my social media feed, Violet had posted more than twenty updates. She and Chris were dressed in a white wedding gown and suit, snapping photos in the park, on the lawn, at the aquarium, and at the amusement park. They took dozens of sets, looking every bit like newlyweds on a wedding photoshoot. Our mutual friends were all commenting below. [Wow, the childhood sweetheart story just became real!] [I'm so happy!] [See? I told you Violet and Chris are meant to be. Phoebe is just the other woman.]