Choose Your Ex Lose Your Bride

Every Wednesday, my fiancé took our dog to see his ex-girlfriend. He swore it was part of their sacred post-breakup pact—a non-negotiable clause from when they called it quits.

On the day Chase and I were scheduled to take our wedding photos, I waited at the studio until the sun sank below the horizon. He never showed.

Instead, I got a brief, distracted phone call.

"Piper’s busy on Wednesday," Chase said over the rushing sound of traffic. "She can't see Peanut then, so it had to be today."