My Fiancé Died Before Our Wedding — Three Months Later, His Mother Saw Me at Another Wedding and Immediately Tried to Hide

“Would you mind telling me the groom’s full name?”

Patricia looked at me strangely.

“Adrian Parker. Why?”

My heart pounded.

“Because I was supposed to be his wife.”

Her face went pale.

I explained everything in a few quiet sentences. The engagement. The accident. The funeral. The closed casket.

Patricia stared at me as if I’d told her a ghost had walked into the building.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I didn’t know.”

“I don’t think many people do.”