The Bride She Should've Been

I married Eleanor Vance on the very same day her true love was getting married next door.

Just as we were about to exchange rings, the man himself stormed into our ceremony.

Red-eyed and shaking, he announced that the only woman he'd ever loved was Eleanor and that he couldn't go through with marrying the fiancee waiting for him, the one battling a terminal illness.

Eleanor didn't even look at me. She pulled her hand from mine and ran after him.

I was left standing there, humiliated, while my mother was so angry she ended up in the hospital.

Later, the abandoned bride and I caught each other's eyes for a moment.

I asked quietly, "Do you want to switch grooms?"

Three years passed before Eleanor came back. She was crying, saying she regretted everything.

But I scooped up both kids from the backseat, one in each arm.

I stepped aside and said, "Excuse me. I'm in a hurry to pick up my wife from work."

The Ones I Carried Home

With Cyrus in one arm and Chloe in the other, I turned to close the car door and stopped cold.

Standing a few feet away was someone I never expected to run into again.

Eleanor. My ex-fiancee. The woman who ditched me at our own wedding three years ago and ran off with her true love.

Balancing both kids against my chest, I kept my voice polite. "Excuse me. I'm in a hurry."

Eleanor's expression darkened instantly.

Instead of stepping aside, she blocked my path, her voice sharp and accusing. "Who are these kids?"

I shut the door with a quick kick, not planning to engage.

But Chloe looped her arms around my neck and asked, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Daddy, why is this lady so mean?"

Eleanor's face tightened even more.

"Why is she calling you Daddy?" She sounded almost frantic. "I was only gone for three years. How could you already have children? Did you have kids with someone else the second I left?"

I kept my tone even. "What did you expect? That I'd stay loyal to you forever?"

Eleanor and I had grown up together.

Our families had arranged the engagement when we were kids.

And I'd always known she had feelings for someone else.

I'd tried to call off the engagement more than once, but she refused every time, swearing she loved me and wanted to marry me.

I chose to believe her—until the wedding day.

Her true love dropped to his knees in front of her, sobbing as if he'd break apart. She panicked, right there at the altar.

Then, she ditched the ceremony, still wearing her gown, and ran off with him.

The fallout was humiliating. My parents shared the shame. My mother even fell ill from the stress and ended up in the hospital.

People who'd always resented me suddenly had ammunition, whispering behind my back that I'd been a backup plan, a pathetic fool.

I'd hated Eleanor for