The delicate lace of her wedding gown shimmered in the mirror, a testament to a future Debby meticulously planned. In just a few days, she would be Arthur's wife. A soft chirp from her phone pulled her from the reverie. A text from Arthur. Her smile bloomed, then withered, replaced by a cold dread as she read his words. Annulled. Their engagement, gone. Six years, vanished.

Her heart plummeted, a lead weight dragging her into a bottomless abyss. The phone slipped from her trembling hand, tears blurring her vision. Arthur, the man she loved, had cut her off, his voice on the phone call devoid of warmth, a stark contrast to the promises they'd built.

Despair clawed at her, sharp and suffocating. She slumped against the wall, a raw, primal cry tearing from her throat. This pain, this unbearable agony, was unlike anything she'd known. Suicidal thoughts, dark and seductive, whispered at the edges of her mind. She stumbled out of the room, into her car, driving barefoot, heedless of the world around her, only the desperate need to reach Edna, her best friend, a beacon in her collapsing world.

"Edna! Edna... Harry broke up our engagement!" Debby sobbed, bursting through the door, ready to collapse into her friend's comforting embrace. But the sight that met her eyes froze the words in her throat. Edna, with Arthur, entangled in an act of ultimate betrayal. Debby screamed, a sound of pure agony, as her two most trusted people burst into mocking laughter. Her world had not just collapsed; it had become a grotesque, twisted mockery.