My Fiancé Passed Away Before Our Wedding – Three Months Later, His Mother Snuck Into a Bridal Room, so I Followed Her
The woman’s name was Freya.
I learned that because she demanded answers too.
Andrew had told her that his previous engagement had ended months earlier.
He never mentioned that his former fiancée believed he was dead.
When Freya understood, she dropped the bouquet onto the carpet.
“You told me she left you.”
Andrew reached for her.
She slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me.”
For the first time, Clementine stood.
“This has gone far enough.”
Andrew looked at her.
“Mom.”
“No.”
Her voice changed.
The frightened woman from minutes earlier was gone.
“I helped you because you were my son. I told myself you were terrified after the accident. I told myself we could fix this.”
She looked at me.
“But I watched her bury you.”
Her face twisted with shame.
“I watched Davina stand beside that coffin, and I said nothing.”
I could barely look at her.
