The Worst News EVER

I can't believe what she just told me! And the worst part is I am sworn to secrecy. So where do I go to vent? My blog, of course.

Background Story:
This past summer my uncle got engaged to a girl. She's about 25 years old and he's in the lower thirties. I thought they were almost perfect for each other; they both love snowmobiles and they are both really into agriculture. They got along great.

The Problem:
His girl (soon to be EX-girl) just text me that she and my uncle have been talking about calling it off. She's going to tell him in a few days that they're done. DONE!
My uncle-he's my favorite uncle-has already been through one terrible marriage. (Turns out his then-wife was cheating on him with one of their friends from work. She then left him to live with said "friend" and had "friend's" baby 7 months later. They proceeded through the ugliest divorce known to man in which he had to give her a lot of stuff. One of the things she got was his red hot-rod.) He was really depressed after that. Once he tried to quit smoking, but he gave up on quitting after realizing one of the only things that was keeping him from committing suicide was the nicotine.
But then he met her and things seemed to be better. He seemed happy! But she turned into that jerk who doesn't want our family to hate her because "they want different things now."
Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic, but that is NOT how it is supposed to end. They were going to get married, have their own little farm and raise some kids. Now he's going to end up with a broken heart and end up moving back with my grandparents.

This Sucks:
Why did she have to tell me? Probably because she can trust me to keep a secret, we were kind of close, and I'm two hours away from home, so I can't do anything.
I don't even have the guts to call her names for potentially breaking my uncle's heart and putting him in that depressive state again. She says it was a difficult decision for her to make, but she still lead him on. I don't know what to do.

I just pray that he'll be ok.
Alycia

P.S. Why do I have to be so damn nice all the time?