My fiancé died before our wedding — three months later, his mother spotted me at another wedding and immediately tried to hide.

I’d chosen my dress.

We’d argued over the cake flavor and laughed about how ridiculous we were being.

Then, six weeks before the wedding, Adrian was k*lled in a car accident.

The crash was so bad that we buried him in a closed casket.

I remember standing beside his mother, Colleen, at the funeral, holding her hand while they lowered Adrian into the ground.

I thought that was the worst day of my life.

Three months later, I learned I was wrong.