They Voted Me Out Of The Wedding So I Canceled It Chapter 19
Half a year later, my company was on solid ground. Both our client roster and our profits had exceeded my original projections.
Cameron was still my investor, and he had also become my most trusted business partner.
When he traveled, he’d sometimes scout new markets for me. Before flying back, he would send over every expense receipt without fail—gas, meals, hotel.
“Strictly business,” he’d text. “Don’t get any ideas.”
I’d reply, “Don’t worry. I only care if the reimbursement forms are compliant.”
He’d send back a surrender emoji.
Our closeness was built on clarity. We stepped forward with respect and stepped back without offense. Neither of us used concern as an excuse to cross lines, and neither of us asked the other to prove their feelings through sacrifice.
Ava wrote me a few letters.
She apologized and said she was learning how to handle her own bills, schedule her own repairs, and stop waiting for someone else to clean up her messes.
I replied politely: “I’m glad to hear you’re growing. Take care.”
We had no further contact.
Evan’s sister and Rachel eventually had a bitter falling-out over an inheritance. Rachel’s new relationship also ended quickly, and from what I heard, her life was a mess.
One day, she sent me a message.
“Evan really loved you. I was just… I was family.”
I looked at it for a long time, then deleted it without replying.
She was wrong.
Maybe Evan had loved me.
But his love had always come second to his own comfort, his pride, and the feelings of his ex-wife and daughter. Whenever someone had to be sacrificed, that person was always me.
A love that requires you to erase yourself to keep it is no different from having no love at all.
In fact, it’s a liability.