I Married My Childhood Love, My Ex Lost Everything

My fiancée’s childhood sweetheart sprained his ankle, and without a word, she became his personal chauffeur.

When I voiced my displeasure, she went a step further—she let him move into our wedding room.

She even had the nerve to tell me, “You’re so petty. You wouldn’t let me drive Derek to and from work. His foot’s still not healed, and I can’t bear the thought of him walking so far.”

“Our wedding room is near his office anyway. It’s not like we’re using it right now, so it’s just sitting there.”

On the day we were supposed to register our marriage, she stood me up.