While He Held Her Hand, I Held My Standards

Synopsis

It was the third time. Evan Glenn had walked out on our wedding for his depressed female friend. This time, I didn't cry or cause a scene. I asked, "What about our wedding?" He leaned in and whispered urgently, "Once Willa stops trying to kill herself, I'll give you an even bigger wedding. I promise." I nodded, saying nothing. An hour later, Willa posted on Instagram. In the photo, she was wearing a diamond ring, fingers laced with a man's. The caption read: [Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.] I watched it without a flicker of emotion. Then I opened WhatsApp, blocked Evan, and deleted him. Three days later, Evan showed up downstairs, out of breath. "Babe, good news. Willa is finally cool with us. I moved the wedding up to two weeks from now. Come back with—" He cut himself off mid-sentence when he saw me walking out the door with a man he didn't recognize. He asked in a trembling voice, "Who is he?" "Does it matter?" I said calmly. "You're not the groom anymore."