On My Wedding Day, I Flew to Pellmere

Three days before my wedding, someone broke into my house.

By the time my fiancé, Ethan Lawson, arrived, I'd already been rushed to the ER.

He looked at my injured arm and apologized. "I'm sorry, Mia. I didn't know the exact address of your new place."

I looked at him calmly.

"I told you three times."

Ethan froze for a moment.

"Rachel hasn't been divorced for long, and she's been having a really hard time. Try to be a little more understanding."

To Ethan, my problems were always insignificant.