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At 8:17 the night before my wedding, ninety-four people watched my fiancé walk out of our rehearsal dinner because his ex-girlfriend called him. I was standing beneath the chandeliers at Cedar Ridge Lodge outside Asheville, holding three pages of a toast I had spent days writing. Rain streaked the windows behind us, my parents were smiling, and my sister had already cried twice because she was so happy for me. Then Ethan looked at his phone, saw Rachel’s name, and answered before the second vibration had even stopped.