The Bride You Lost

Synopsis

On the day of my engagement party with Antony Kelsen, the hall was filled with guests. But then he got a call, and right in front of everyone, he turned to me and said sorry. "Irene, Jennifer's at the airport. If I don't go see her, she'll actually jump," Antony said. "Give me five years. Wait for me, and when I come back, I'll make sure to marry you in grand style." I watched Antony leave, his back straight and determined. In front of everyone, I slipped off my engagement ring and, with a steady voice, announced the party was over. I didn't wait for him. Five years later, Antony showed up at my flower shop, looking like he'd been through hell and back. His eyes were red, his voice rough. "Irene, I'm back." I handed a bouquet of flowers to the man at my side and gave him a gentle smile. "Honey, let's go home." In that moment, Antony's face went pale, and he nearly lost it, frantically demanding why I hadn't waited for him.