The person who had promised to take care of me for life hadn't called or sent me a single message in three days.
I pulled out my phone and stared blankly at Instagram.
Kenny's childhood friend, Serena Payne, updated her Instagram frequently.
The night our wedding was canceled, she posted their marriage certificate, with Kenny's name prominently displayed in the groom's section.
Her caption read: [He is my eternal guardian angel. Whatever I want, he will give it to me.
Now, I'm a married woman!]
The day my grandmother was pushed into the crematorium, Serena posted a picture of her collarbone covered in kiss marks.
Her caption read: [He says the scent on my body fascinates him.]
Today, the day of my grandmother's burial, she updated her Instagram again with a picture of them cuddling while watching the sunrise.
Her caption read: [Our love transcends life and death and will never change.]
A sharp pain pierced my heart.
Kenny and I were from two different worlds.
When I was thirteen, my father drowned while trying to save Kenny, who had fallen into the water.
The Brewer family was deeply grateful to us. They said, "Without your father, our family would have fallen apart!"