My Wedding Day Turned Into Their Orgy

On my wedding day, my fiancee, Alisson Poole, never shows up. Neither do her bridesmaids.

I stand alone at the altar all day, enduring a roomful of pitying and contemptuous stares.

After 999 rejected calls, I finally accept that she has fled the wedding.

Back in our empty home, I see a post from her first love, Rhett Barker. "The art I want to explore with you goes beyond the soul. It includes the body, too."

In the photo, Alisson wears the million-dollar custom wedding dress I bought her. She and her six bridesmaids kneel commando at his feet.