He Regretted Me Too Late, I Met Him Again After Becoming a Mother

The night before we were supposed to get our marriage license, my fiancé died in a car crash on the highway.

His father arranged the funeral. His cousin packed up his belongings. Everyone told me to move on.

I kept watch over the home we'd built, and I kept the wedding dress I never got to wear.

Then, six months later, the wedding suit I'd designed for Seth James myself was picked up by someone else. The new receptionist looked at me, all envy, and said,

"Autumn Locke, that suit fit your fiancé perfectly."

My hands shook as I took the claim slip. The suit had been picked up five days ago.