David walked away from the altar, shattered and silent, leaving his ring behind. The cathedral echoed with the sound of my heart breaking in the cold, hollow light. I stood there alone, wrapped in disbelief. The dream was over before it began.

Then Tyler showed up, his smile smug, talking about fate and second chances. He claimed life had led him back to me, like some twisted miracle. But I saw through every word—he was part of the reason everything had unraveled. His presence only deepened the wound.

I looked at Tyler, at the wreckage around me, and felt the weight of every broken promise. This wasn’t love; it was a lesson written in heartbreak. I refused to be pulled back into their web of half-truths. I deserved something real—something honest.

So I walked away—no ring, no vows, no apologies. Just the sound of my heels on the cathedral floor and the truth echoing behind me. I didn’t need saving or second chances. I needed peace. And for the first time, I chose myself.