When Haley decides to video call her fiancé, Chris, to discuss some wedding arrangements, she catches a reflection of another woman in his eyewear. Instantly, her dream of a blissful wedding morphs into a nightmare. Haley uses a tracking app to locate Chris, determined to confront him—and when she does, she dramatically throws both her drink and engagement ring.

The day began ordinarily, with the soft morning sunshine streaming through my blinds. It was supposed to be a routine day of wedding preparations with just eight weeks left until the big day.

I was about to finalize the flower arrangements and had planned a visit to our local florist at noon.

On one side, it seemed all was proceeding smoothly. Yet, I couldn’t shake a sense of unease that Chris wasn’t really engaged in the wedding planning.

My engagement ring, once a promise of a shared future, now felt like a burden. I calmly removed it.

At the bar, I ordered a champagne, my hands steadier than my swirling emotions. Approaching their table, Chris’s smile turned to confusion.

“Haley, what—”

He was cut off as I threw the champagne at his face. The ring clattered against his glass.

“You can keep your empty promises,” I spat, the words bitter. “They mean nothing now.”

The woman gasped, but I ignored her, turning to leave as the crowd parted silently around me.

I drove directly to the florist, cancelled everything, then went to my parents’ home.

“Hello, dear,” my mother greeted, concern evident as she opened the door.

“Hi, Mom,” I replied, seeking comfort in her embrace.

“What happened?” she inquired.

As we sat with tea and treats, the usual comforts, she waited.

“It’s over,” I confirmed.

“You can say it,” I prompted.

“Say what?” she asked with a gentle smile.

“That you were right,” I admitted.

But instead of saying so, she just hugged me, agreeing to stay with me for a while. I returned to my apartment alone, my mother promising to join after speaking with my father.

“I’ll be there for you while you sort this out,” she reassured.

And now, here I am, in bed with ice cream, unsure of what comes next.

What would you do?