Married My Ex's Hockey King Uncle: Now My Family Begs

The last time I wore this wedding dress, my fiancé ran out on me.

Twenty minutes before our wedding, Preston Vance got a phone call. His first love, Bri, had fallen at skating practice and broken her leg.

"I have to go," he said. "Make up an excuse."

In my last life, I begged him to stay. I cried until my throat bled. He left anyway.

Three years later, my adopted sister framed me, and my own family threw me out into a Chicago blizzard. I called Preston with frozen fingers. I heard Bri giggling before he hung up. My mother left me a voicemail: "Die in the street, Wren.