He Gave My Wedding to His Childhood Sweetheart, So I Disappeared

At our tenth engagement party, Luke Gilbert's bipolar childhood friend took one look at the guests filing in, broke down sobbing on the spot, and smashed the whole spread of dishes and glasses across the floor.

I rushed to stop her, and a jagged shard sliced open my arm. The pain went straight through me.

But my fiancé lunged forward and shoved me away, staring at her reddened palm like it broke his heart, and roared at me:

"I told you her nerves are bad. Couldn't you just give in to her? Would it kill you to skip a little ceremony?"