After that, Alistair seemed to vanish into thin air, and life finally settled back into a calm, steady rhythm.
The welfare home where I'd donated my wedding dress posted a thank-you letter on social media, specifically tagging Alistair, thanking him for his generous donation.
From that day on, I started catching scattered whispers about him. I heard he'd plunged headfirst into the bottle, spending his days and nights drowning himself in bars and nightclubs. I paid it no mind. After all, his business was none of mine.
Until that one evening, after a get-together with friends, I was just about to head home when a sudden commotion erupted from the alleyway beside me.
A security guard in a bar uniform was shoving someone around, cursing and swearing. The guy stumbled, knocked off balance b
