I never imagined my wedding day like this—alone in a white dress, mascara streaked, thunder rumbling overhead. An hour before the ceremony, a message shattered everything: “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” He was gone. As guests whispered and music fell silent, I stepped outside into the rain, the sky crying with me. And in that moment, I realized this day wasn’t about becoming a bride—it was about finding my strength. The fairytale ended, but my own story had just begun.
