My Fiancé Chose Her So I Chose Myself Chapter 06
He wanted to bring another woman on our anniversary trip and saw nothing wrong with it.
I just looked at him, not bothering to argue.
“There’s no need for that. Travis, we’re over.”
He glanced up at me, then gave a weary smile.
“Don’t turn one angry comment into a final decision. It’s not that serious.”
“I withdrew the courtship registration. For me, it’s over.”
I tightened my grip on my suitcase handle.
His pupils constricted for a second, but he still treated my words as if they were just an emotional outburst.
He got up and went to the door to change his shoes.
“That’s enough. Don’t turn every little thing into some kind of test. I have a meeting at noon. Stay home and rest today. I’ll bring back that deep-dish pizza you like for dinner.”
He opened the door, then looked back at me.
“Natalie, your wolf is stronger than any of theirs, and you’ve always been the more mature one. Don’t force me to choose.”
The door clicked shut.
That was the last thing he said to me.
I stood there for a moment, then called a car to O’Hare.
An hour later, I walked into the international terminal.
I printed my boarding pass, checked my luggage, cleared security, and found a seat near my gate, watching the planes through the window.
The group chat for the five of us was buzzing with new messages.
Jenna had posted a screenshot of a beach rental. *Travis’s booking looks amazing!*
Evan replied: *If Jenna wants to go, we’ll make it happen.*
Brooke added: *Travis is the best at taking care of people.*
No one asked where I was. No one asked if my fever was gone.
I left the group chat, blocked their numbers and social media accounts, and filed my departure confirmation with the Lakecrest registry.
When the video witness link connected, I spoke evenly.
“I, Natalie Whitman, voluntarily sever my membership ties with the Lakecrest pack.”
After the registrar verified my identity, the group connection that had been part of me for seven years vanished. It didn’t hurt. It just felt like a drafty door had finally been closed.
The boarding announcement for the London flight began.
I removed my old SIM card, dropped it into a trash can, and turned off my phone.
Without looking back, I walked down the jet bridge.