The Day I Said I Do

The other end of the line went quiet for a moment. "Are you serious?"

I replied, "I am."

The man paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. "Alright."

"Shouldn't you think more about it before agreeing?" I asked.

He let out a soft laugh and asked in a low voice, "Will you regret it?"

I responded, "No regrets."

"Then, that's all that matters. Let me sign this contract first. I'll be back in three days," came his reply.

Just then, Gilbert Hughes returned from the garden. He asked with some curiosity, "What did you mean by 'no regrets' on the phone earlier?"

I smiled at him faintly. "It was a call with a friend. We were talking about some pre-wedding stuff. A lot of people say they feel a little regret before getting married."

Then, I paused for a moment and looked him straight in the eye. "What about you? Will you regret marrying me?"

He was momentarily caught off guard. His eyes darted away as he deliberately changed the subject. "How are the wedding preparations going?"

A sense of bitterness welled up in my heart.

Truthfully, I had tried countless times to discuss the details with Gilbert since the day he proposed.

Whenever I would excitedly mention anything about the wedding, he would smile gently and say, "You make the decisions as you're the star of the day."

I always thought it was because he truly loved me and wanted me to plan things however I wished.

It was only that night, when I accidentally overheard his conversation with his friends, that I was abruptly awakened to reality.

I finally realized that, to Gilbert, this wedding was nothing more than a performance he was putting on for my sake.

At that moment, he suddenly leaned in close, just like he always did, to kiss my forehead.

However, as he approached, I caught a whiff of a familiar freesia scent. That was Cheryl Manning's usual perfume.

The image of Gilbert kissing Cheryl under the night sky earlier flashed through my mind. Instinctively, I turned away from the kiss.

Gilbert froze for a second and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," I replied softly. "I'm just tired."

He gently tried to reassure me. "You've been working too hard. Don't stress too much. Let someone take you home to rest, okay?"

I looked at him and asked, "Aren't you going home?"

He paused before he smiled, "I still need to keep company with my friends. But after the wedding, we'll have a happy future ahead."

Hearing his words, I sneered inwardly.

A happy future?

He never intended for us to have any kind of future together.

In the end, talking about things like our future, our marriage, and commitment was nothing more than sweet lies meant to placate me. They were meant to keep me playing along.

Those so-called excuses were just another veiled warning from Cheryl.

She was letting me know that Gilbert would always belong to her.