My cousin found the love of her life at twenty-five and when he proposed to her she was over the moon. She was so happy then that just seeing her instantly brightened my day. She couldn't wait for the wedding and was never in a bad mood.
A week before her wedding, she was admiring how perfect everything was and how grateful she was about her amazing life and how she had everything she wanted. She had her dream job, dream house, and dream guy. She couldn't have wanted anything more.
Then, six days before her wedding, she found out that her one and only didn't think of her as his one and only. Specifically, she was his one out of two. Heartbroken, she cried and cried.
Eventually, though, she found someone else and they got married! Everyone lived happily ever after (except for her ex-fiancé, I have no idea what happened to him).