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A week prior to our wedding, I stumbled upon an unexpected treat. My fiancé's wedding band had "Addie" inscribed on the inside, the pet name he consistently used for me. I felt moved and thrilled, anticipating our future together. However, before I could fully savor the moment, he phoned.
He was intoxicated from his bachelor celebration and required my assistance. Upon arriving at the location, my spirits plummeted. There he stood, clasping another woman's hand, gazing at her with a tender, affectionate expression. My pulse quickened when I heard him address her as "Addie."

Wrong 'Addie' Wears My Ring

Glenn's sincere words hung in the air, but I struggled to process the emotions swirling within me—fear, hurt, and bewilderment. As I remained quiet, my thoughts racing, Glenn filled the uncomfortable silence between us. He inhaled deeply, his desperation evident as he continued, "There's nothing romantic between Adalynn and me. She's just an old friend from childhood. I look after her out of habit, but you're the only one who holds my heart, Addie."


Though barely above a whisper, the impact of his confession was undeniable. Each word stung, particularly when he mentioned Adalynn. The ache that coursed through me at his dismissal of her felt acute, as if exposing a raw emotional wound. His intense declaration echoed within me, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting feelings.


"Glenn, when you say there's nothing between you two, does that include your drunken proposal to her?" I asked, my voice steady despite the inner turmoil.


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