A Funeral Ride on My Wedding Day, So I Married Someone Else

On my wedding day, I waited anxiously for Andrew to arrive and pick me up. But the wedding car was nowhere in sight.

When it finally did show up, I was stunned. The vehicle meant to carry me to my new life was draped in black cloth. White fabric covered the seats, making the car look eerily like a hearse. Sitting in the front passenger seat was his secretary, Raquel, cradling a small urn in her arms. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"Naomi," she said, choking back sobs, "please don’t take it to heart… My dog, Peanut, passed away yesterday.