Truthfully, I didn’t think I deserved someone as incredible as her.

Our bond grew stronger as weeks turned into months, and soon we decided to tie the knot.

Our families met, and everything went smoothly. We planned a small summer ceremony, where we’d exchange vows with our closest family and friends.

It all seemed perfect, but fate had other plans.

On our wedding day, I stood at the altar in a tailored black suit, eagerly awaiting Allison’s entrance. I pictured her in the beautiful white gown we’d chosen together just weeks before.

But she didn’t wear it.

Instead, she appeared in a long black dress with a matching veil, the kind you’d see at a funeral.

Why was she doing this? I thought. What was wrong?