Getting Married Behind My Fiance’s Back

On the way back from the bridal shop, my dad gave me documents about over twenty candidates. These candidates ranged from mature men to youthful ones; all were heirs to their parents' billionaire corporations, and they were mine to choose from.

My dad was angry and ranted, "I knew Jared wasn't good! 'I won't leave you sad or lonely.' Pssh! It's been ten years! You got engaged to him ten years ago! He still hasn't married you! Thank goodness you found out his true colors! Hmph! I'll find you someone better, don't worry!"

"Don't wait anymore; come back first. I'll set you up on a few blind dates first. My daughter can marry whoever she wants!"

Everyone could tell that Jared did not love me. I was the only idiot blinded by our memories, foolishly believing I was the only one he loved.

"I'm sure I'll like anyone you choose, Dad. I'll marry anyone as long as it's not him."

Jared must have made his way beside me sometime during the call, and when he heard that, he frowned. "Who else do you think you're marrying?"

He was about to grab my arm to make me face him when a sharp cry came from the kitchen. A lady in a maid outfit walked out with tears in her eyes and her hands in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Jared. I just wanted to cut some apples for you but accidentally cut myself with the knife instead.”

"I'm too careless to be your personal maid. Maybe you should find someone else…"

Jared immediately ignored me and rushed over to cradle her in his arms. "Hush, Vincy, it's okay. Don't worry. I'll have the family doctor come over right away!”

"And don't say that! I will never have anyone else as my personal maid. It's you or nothing, I promise!"

Gently, my fiancé comforted her, forgetting his 'beloved' fiancée once again. I was no doctor, but even I could tell that a bandaid was sufficient for a small cut.

Watching him choose her without hesitation only strengthened my resolve to move on.

Once he had left, I dialed my best friend’s number to say goodbye.

Ten years ago, Jared and I had gotten engaged secretly. I left home with the excuse of studying abroad, and that was when I met this best friend.

I told her my feelings for Jared, how much I loved him, and how I skipped important classes and exams for him.

When I officially began living with Jared, she even joked about receiving our wedding invitation soon.

That was ten years ago.

"You're getting married? With Jared? Oh my God, finally! I'm so happy for you! I know you've been waiting ages for this!”

"I remember you saying that you'd move to Spain after getting married, right? I'll go visit you during Christmas!"

I shook my head calmly. "It's not him. I asked my dad to find someone else."

She was confused. "But you were dead set on marrying Jared. Why are you marrying someone else? What did he do this time? You know how he is, the man loves you but he doesn't know how to express it. Give me a moment, let me go knock some sense into him."

I sighed tiredly. "People change. We've been engaged for ten years, and he has no plans to marry me. I was the only one holding on to this relationship, but a decade is a long time. I'm tired now.”

"Maybe we're both wrong. Even if Jared doesn't know how to express his love verbally, shouldn't I be able to feel it from his actions?"

I told her how Jared left me at the bridal shop to watch the northern lights and how worried he was when Vincy cut herself.

My best friend fell silent; it was apparent who Jared loved and who he did not. She supported my decision to marry someone else.

After I ended the call, I began to pack my things. I sold or donated all the expensive gifts I got from Jared.

Then, I took pictures of my luxury bags, jewelry, and designer clothing for my best friend to choose and take.

All of that took half a day, and by the time I was done, Jared came to look for me again. This time, Vincy followed behind him, looking proud.