He tore up our engagement in front of everyone and called me "only good enough to sleep in a trash can." Three months later, he knelt in the pouring rain and begged me to take him back. I looked down at him from beneath my umbrella. "Your apology came too late." The door of a Rolls-Royce opened behind me, and my new boyfriend reached out tenderly. "Darling, it's time to pick out your wedding dress."
