His Wedding My Exit Chapter 10
On the day the wedding was supposed to happen, I was in Dallas for a project signing. At 9:00 AM, Hayden sent a message.
“I rebooked the hotel.”
“The relatives are all here.”
“If you come back now, there’s still time.” I didn’t reply.
Ten minutes later, another message.
“If you don’t show up today, I’ll have no choice but to stand in front of both families and explain myself that you backed out at the last minute.” I still didn’t reply.
At eleven, Brody suddenly sent a friend request. I rejected it. Then he sent a video. The hotel entrance was jammed with Hayden’s relatives, the groomsmen, and those friends who had rated my wedding photos.
Hayden’s mother was white with worry. “Where is she?” Hayden didn’t answer.
She dropped her voice. “I told you before, not a word to the relatives about the cancellation. A bride getting cold feet is perfectly normal, but you had to make the Calderon family lose face in front of everyone?”
Brody’s expression was grim as well. “Hayden, didn’t Freya leave for Dallas ages ago?”
Someone murmured. “Is she really not going to marry him?”
Someone else frowned. “Is all this really necessary? It was just a few jokes we made the day we picked the photos…”
Hayden’s head snapped around. “Shut up.” The guy stiffened. “But it’s true. And afterward we also…”
“I said shut up.” It was the first time I’d ever seen him turn on his friends over what happened that day.
“I said shut up.” It was the first time I’d ever seen him turn on his friends over what happened that day.
But it was already too late. After a beat of silence.
Hayden suddenly asked, “Which photo was her favorite?” No one answered.
He fixed his eyes on Brody. “What score did you all give it that day?”
Brody’s face tightened. “A four.”
“Why?”
“It was just a joke.”
“I asked why.”
Brody stopped talking.
Hayden stood at the hotel entrance, and behind him waited the wedding he had rebooked—black and gold, exactly the way he liked it.
He muttered, low, “She obviously loved it so much. Why did I tell them to delete it?” The video ended there.
Brody sent another message.
“Freya, we were just running our mouths that day. I’m sorry.”
I deleted it.
The conference room door opened right then.
My coworker called over to me. “Freya, the team we’re signing with is here.”
“Coming.” I was busy until nine that night.
It wasn’t until I’d showered and gotten into bed that it hit me: if I hadn’t canceled, today would have been my wedding. I lay there quietly for a while. I didn’t cry, and I felt no regret. The next morning at 7:00 AM, I woke like any other day.
It wasn’t until I’d showered and gotten into bed that it hit me: if I hadn’t canceled, today would have been my wedding. I lay there quietly for a while. I didn’t cry, and I felt no regret. The next morning at 7:00 AM, I woke like any other day.
When I pulled the curtains open, the sun had only just risen. It turned out that not marrying someone really didn’t mean losing your whole life.