Todos os capítulos de My Fiancée's Perfect Groom Isn't Me: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

Caleb's POVBack in the dressing room, I took off my suit and changed into something more comfortable. Only then did I feel like I could finally breathe.While I was packing up my things, Tyra and Jeremiah walked in. Tyra looked at me and, as usual, started lecturing me."You left the stage five minutes early this time, and you still missed the timing on the vows. That's another five points off your wedding score."Learn from this. Practice on your own for another five months before the wedding. Stop making us pay for your mistakes."Tyra had always measured the perfection of our wedding with a number. Every point she deducted meant I had to practice for another month. First it was five months, then it was another five.After 18 weddings, I had spent a full seven years waiting for her. Seven years hadn't been enough to secure me a wife, so what difference would an eighth year make?I didn't have that many seven-year stretches left to waste, and I didn't want to wait around for n

Caleb's POVWhen I went downstairs, the car I had driven here was already gone. Tyra had taken it to the hospital, not bothering to ask whether I needed it or how I was supposed to get home in the middle of the night.I tried calling a ride over and over, but no one accepted the request.My finger was already swelling badly, so I gave up on going to the hospital and ducked into a small clinic instead.When the tetanus shot pierced my arm, I clenched my teeth against the pain. Desperate for distraction, I opened social media. Jeremiah's latest post popped up first."First tetanus shot of my life. That crap hurts! Good thing someone took the pain away for me."The photo showed Tyra's face in profile, complete with a bite mark. There was even a fond smile hanging on her lips.She always said a perfect boyfriend was a man who knew how to be independent and take care of himself.So, even when my gastritis pain was so bad I almost passed out, she ignored my pleas to go to the hospita

Third-Person POVTyra gripped her phone and urged Jeremiah to contact Caleb. But Caleb had already blocked everyone connected to the two of them, so no matter what she tried, she could never reach him.When she hurried back to the rental apartment, she found that all of Caleb's belongings were gone. The place was so spotless that it looked as if no one had ever lived there.Just then, the landlord showed up, looking confused. "Did you two throw out all that stuff downstairs? A lot of it looks pretty expensive, so I told the cleaners to leave it alone. So… What happened? Did you two fight?"Tyra clenched her jaw, silent. She sprinted down the stairs like a madwoman, only to find Caleb's once-treasured belongings scattered around the trash area.There were clothes and ties, all handpicked by her.Back then, Caleb accepted every one of her choices with a smile, looking at her with absolute affection and dependence. No matter what she picked out for him, the answer would always be "I

Caleb's POVIn the days that followed, I went to work and came home as usual. In my free time, I would go for walks and join my coworkers for drinks and get-togethers.The only thing that had changed was the shadow that followed me everywhere. It always kept its distance but never left my side.At first, Tyra simply followed me, silently watching my life from afar. Then, she started bringing me gifts on Valentine's Day and ordering a cake for my birthday.Eventually, she began talking to me on her own, telling me about funny stories or problems she had encountered.Although I never responded, she never seemed tired of it. In anything, she seemed content just to keep going. Then, on our eighth anniversary, heavy snow fell.For the first time, Tyra knocked on my door. She looked at me with careful anticipation. "Caleb, do you remember? Today is our eighth anniversary."I folded my arms and looked at her coldly. "I remember that we've broken up."She quickly shook her head. "I'm n