My Fiancé Postponed Our Wedding So I Married The Don He Feared Chapter 02
My parents were standing to the side, their faces already grim.
My mother held back her anger, eyes red-rimmed, her voice low. “Damian, marriage is not a game. This date was set by both families together. How can it be changed because of one word from Bianca?”
Damian’s tone was flat, even slightly impatient.
“Auntie, I just want to be careful. I don’t want our marriage starting off on the wrong foot.”
Bianca immediately jumped in, her smile sweet and blinding.
“Exactly, Auntie. Olivia loves Damian so much, she’ll definitely be willing to wait. Right, Olivia?”
Everyone’s eyes landed on me.
They were waiting for me to compromise. To back down. To do what I’d done for the past five years: swallow every grievance for Damian’s sake.
I simply opened my phone and showed them the post I’d just made.
“You can postpone. I won’t wait. Someone will be willing to register with me today.”
Damian’s face went dark instantly.
“Olivia Hayes, are you done? Stop acting like a child. Delete it. Now.”
The smile on Bianca’s face froze for a split second, a flash of panic in her eyes. She quickly rearranged her features into that wounded look.
“Olivia, why do you have to be like this? Over one year, you’re going to treat marriage like a joke?”
“You’re the ones who treated my marriage like a joke first.”
I looked at her coldly, then turned to Damian.
“Why is it that when Bianca talks, you have to listen, but when I talk, you can pretend you didn’t hear a thing?”
“Damian, let me be clear. A one-year delay. I don’t agree.”
“Today, either we register, or we’re done.”
Damian froze.
He clearly thought I was just being petulant.
A dismissive weariness flickered in his eyes as he reached for me.
“Stop being stubborn. Be reasonable. The wedding date is already set. Missing one piece of paper won’t change anything. What are you even insisting on?”
I flung his hand away.
“Don’t touch me. Since you won’t register with me, you’re not my husband. You’re just a stranger.”
“I have nothing to say to strangers.”
The atmosphere turned to ice.
Both sets of parents exchanged uneasy glances, the awkwardness thick enough to freeze the air.
Bianca bit her lip, feigning concern.
“Olivia, do you really want to push Damian like this? Making a scene like this, people will only think you’re immature and unreasonable.”
She paused, her voice soft, every word laced with thorns.
“Besides, who else would truly be good to you, other than Damian? Don’t ruin yourself over an impulse.”
She seemed to be advising me, but really she was elevating Damian and putting me down.
As if without Damian, I could never find anyone better.
I let out a laugh.
“My future is none of your concern. Worry about yourself first.”
“Enough.”
Damian’s impatient voice cut through again.
“Olivia Hayes, I’m saying this one last time. Delete that post and apologize to Bianca. I’ll pretend none of this happened.”
“If you insist on making a scene, then next month’s wedding is off.”
That was exactly what I wanted.
“Fine.”
I looked at him and spoke word by word. “Those are your words. Then it’s off.”
That single sentence stunned everyone present.
Damian’s pupils contracted slightly, disbelief written all over his face.
He had never imagined that the woman who’d been docile for five years would actually stand her ground.
He never imagined I would actually dare to say we wouldn’t get married.