Soon, the wedding coordinator brought out the wedding invites.
"Miss Chavez, your wedding invitations are all set!"
My fiancé glanced over, his eyes landing on the bright red cards.
"Bloody hell! That's an eyesore!"
"Who the hell would even take that crap? Damn, you really can't be creative, can you?"
I didn't bother arguing. I simply counted the invites and pulled out my phone to scan the QR code and pay.
Just as I was about to say something, his phone rang.
Without a second thought, he picked it up, and this exaggerated sweet voice came through.
"Peter! Ugh, I've got to go to my check-up again. Oh gosh, it's just so lonely to do this all by myself. Bet my sweet childhood friend can come to keep me company, though?"
Just like that, Peter pulled out his car keys right after he hung up. All for that bitch, my soon-to-be-husband just left me there with one cold line.
"You got this. I gotta go now."
Yeah, he didn't even bother asking me. Just informed me like that.
Like a total jerk, he just assumed I'd be cool handling everything for our wedding.
Without even looking back at me, he just drove away.
Oh well, I just turned to the wedding coordinator.
"I already paid for these invites. Just throw everything away. And oh, please cancel everything else too."
She blinked, looking a little hesitant.
"I... I'm sorry. We're halfway done with the design, Miss Chavez. We don't do refunds, so if you cancel now..."
"Yeah, just keep the payment. I really don't mind."
I was halfway out of the wedding design company when it hit me—oh crap, the wedding dress! Right, I should cancel that too!
Once I took care of everything, I headed to a diner and ordered my go-to bowl of mac and cheese. While I waited, I started editing an Instagram Story.
I snapped lots of gorgeous pics up in the mountains, all memories worth sharing.
Then I put together a nine-picture grid and added a quick caption: [Just how I wanted it.]
It quickly blew up with likes, including one from Josie Barron.
Not long after, I got a notification. Of course, that bitch had to post, too.
It was a candid shot of a guy's side view. Definitely my supposed-to-be-groom.
The nerve of this girl to caption it: [This guy promised I'll never feel alone. Thanks to my sweet childhood friend for coming to my check-up again!]
Her friends chimed in, leaving stupid comments like [Aw, forever and always!]