His Wedding My Exit Chapter 04
Adele left first. The moment the door shut, Hayden’s face went dark. “What did you mean by what you just said?”
“Exactly what I said.”
“You’re going to cancel the wedding?”
“I’m considering it.”
He acted like he’d just heard a joke. “Over these things?”
“Which things?”
“The wedding photos, the invitations, the renovation.”
I looked at him. “So you know there are this many things.”
“Freya, don’t twist my words.” He tugged at his tie in frustration.
“The photos were just friends joking around. The save-the-date cards and welcome boxes only having one name on them, and getting a professional to help design the apartment—which one of these things, on its own, is worth canceling a wedding over?”
I asked, out of nowhere, “Then what is worth it?” He froze.
“Does it only count if you sleep with Adele?”
His face turned instantly, horribly ugly. “What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”
“Does it only count if you kiss her?”
“Freya!”
“Or do I have to see you two in bed together with my own eyes before I have the right to be upset?”
He stared at me. “I have absolutely nothing going on with her!”
“I know.” He froze completely.
“I know.” He froze completely.
I looked at him. “Which is why I never said you cheated.”
“Then what exactly are you dissatisfied with?”
“I’m telling you that I don’t like this.”
“But every single time, you only tell me that it doesn’t mean anything.”
“My wedding photos being used by your friends to compare me to another woman doesn’t mean anything.”
“My wedding dress being a design you drew for her ten years ago doesn’t mean anything.”
“Those save-the-date cards and welcome boxes not having a single mention of my name doesn’t mean anything.”
“This home that I’m supposed to live in for decades being designed by her still doesn’t mean anything.” I paused.
“Hayden, exactly how big does something have to be before it’s worthy of me being upset?” He was left speechless for a moment.
A few seconds later, he said impatiently, “We’re about to get married, and now you want to break up over these trivial little things. This is what you call a big deal.” I nodded.
“Understood.”
He frowned. “What do you understand?”
“As long as the wedding is still on, everything else can be tolerated.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“But I’ve been listening to it for six years, and that’s exactly what it meant.” In the past, every time we fought, I would explain myself right to the very end.
I’d explain that I wasn’t targeting Adele, explain that I wasn’t pressuring him, explain that I only wanted to feel a little valued. And then, faced with his mounting impatience, I would start to wonder if I really was too sensitive. This time, I didn’t want to explain anymore.
Seeing that I stayed quiet, Hayden’s tone eased a little.
“Alright, stop doing this tomorrow.”
“Mom wants us to go to the tasting together tomorrow night. The wedding is only three weeks away. Don’t make my mom worry.”
I asked, “Do you really think I won’t cancel?”
He sneered. “You’re actually going to throw all of this away?” I didn’t answer.
He behaved as though he’d already gotten his answer, turning around and walking into the bathroom.
The next morning at 8:40 AM, Hayden put on his suit and headed out. Before he left, he reminded me, “Six o’clock tonight. Don’t be late.”
I sat at the dining table. “Okay.” That finally satisfied him.
Once the door closed, I grabbed my bag. At 9:20 AM, I was seated in the conference room of the wedding planning company. Robin pushed the cancellation documents across to me.
“Freya, I’m confirming this one last time. Are you really canceling everything?”
“Everything.”
“Canceling the hotel too?”
“Cancel it.”
“The planner, the photography, the wedding transportation, the florals?”
“Cancel all of it.” Robin nodded and turned each document to its signature page.
I signed my name. Hotel canceled. Wedding planner canceled. Photography canceled. Wedding transportation canceled. Florals canceled. Every unsent save-the-date card and welcome box halted. The only thing left was that wedding dress.
Robin reminded me, “The wedding dress has already been made. It can’t be refunded.”
“I know.”
“Should I have them send it back to you?”
“Alter it.”
She was stunned. “Alter it how?”
“Remove the camellia on the waist. Cut the train to the ankle.”
“It won’t look like a wedding dress once it’s cut.”
I looked down and signed the last document. “It doesn’t matter. I like it.” It was 9:57 AM.
All the procedures done, I walked out of the wedding planning company and sent Hayden a message.
“The wedding is canceled.”