My Boyfriend Didn't Know I'd be MarriedChapter 1
Leon had promised we would marry after seven years together. But the day I went to try on wedding dresses, I overheard him on a livestream call, saying, "My girlfriend keeps bugging me to get married. It's so annoying. What should I do?"
Furious, I confronted him. Instead of talking it out, Leon grabbed his suitcase, booked a flight and left. Before he walked out, he even posted on Twitter: "Never spoil a woman too much!"
A month passed and then Leon called me, his voice oddly eager to please. "Emily, weren't we supposed to get married? Why haven't you made any arrangements?"
I glanced down at the handsome man kneeling in front of me, a ring in his hand and answered coolly, "Oh, I am making arrangements. Just not with you."
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Leon and I had been together for seven years. I'd thought he'd be just as excited as I was about getting married, but that illusion shattered that day we went together to the wedding boutique.
I was in the middle of trying on my dream dress—a gown with delicate lace sleeves and a gentle, flowing skirt that made me feel weightless. The boutique was bustling with chatter and laughter as brides-to-be admired themselves in the mirror. My stylist had just adjusted the veil when I heard Leon's voice, louder than the rest of the sounds, carrying from a livestream I'd tuned in while waiting for my turn.
"My girlfriend won't stop nagging me about marriage. It's driving me nuts—what should I do?"
The stylist froze, her hands hovering mid-air as she adjusted my gown's train. The lively hum in the fitting room instantly went still. I caught my reflection in the mirror, all dressed up in bridal makeup and a gown I'd dreamed of and suddenly, I felt like a tragic parody of a bride. My throat tightened and I could feel the burn of humiliation and heartbreak rising in my chest. Tears blurred my vision as I gasped for breath. Ignoring the stylist's worried calls, I ran out of the boutique, still in the dress.