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He finally turned around. There was no anger on his face. His eyes were calm, his expression cold, as if he had already finished the calculation and was only waiting for everyone else to catch up to the answer. “It cannot be canceled,” he said. I stared at him. “It can. The ceremony hasn’t started, the marriage license hasn’t been signed, and technically, our bride is currently doing a disappearing act in a silk robe. Canceling is actually one of our strongest options right now.” “No.”

Hand-stitched. I chose it because Marcus said he liked simplicity. “I understand,” I say. She nods once, relieved. Good. Then I step forward, closer to the edge of the altar so everyone can see my face. “Thank you all for coming,” I say into the microphone. A murmur ripples again. “This wedding is cancelled.” No tremble.No tears. “Apparently,” I continue, “the groom has prior commitments.” A few nervous laughs. Quickly swallowed. Marcus’s mother stiffens.

I no longer had to humbly wait for him to marry me. My mother was still rambling on, telling me that soft, coquettish women had the best fate in life. I no longer felt the urge to pour out my grievances. “Mom, the wedding is canceled anyway. I’m not going to marry him!” I hung up and contacted the wedding planner to cancel everything for tomorrow. The planner fell silent for a moment before answering, “Mr. Quinn already called about this. He just asked us to keep the decorations and backdrop for three years, but that might be difficult. Those items are basically one-time use…”

"Today is the day I leave for my new assignment." The other end went quiet for a moment. Simon sounded as if he hadn't heard clearly, or as if he was trying to process the sentence. "What did you say?" "I said," I repeated, word by word, "today is the day I report to Havenmist for my new assignment. "As for the wedding, it's canceled. Simon, I'm not marrying you." "Are you insane?" His breathing was heavy, as if he was desperately suppressing his anger. "Maren, do you know what canceling the wedding means?

"We’re over. Who he is, is none of your business. How did you even find me?" His body swayed slightly. Trembling, he pulled a manila folder from his jacket and held it out. I took it and opened it, only to find a complete set of wedding design mock-ups. Every single page was filled with red roses. A vibrant, crimson sea, the exact aesthetic I had craved for years. Now, he was laying it at my feet. "I canceled the house lease. I sold the traditional jewelry back. I canceled all the previous wedding plans," he said, his voice fractured and desperate.

"There's a difference." "Is there," I said. "Because from where I am sitting it looks like a decision you made about my life without consulting me. Which is something you have a history of doing." He absorbed that without flinching. He had earned the right to absorb it without flinching because it was true and he knew it was true and we were both aware of it now in a way that had not been possible before yesterday morning. "You cancelled the wedding," I said. "Yes." "While I was in rehearsal."

Dead silence descended upon the room. I removed the wedding band from my ring finger and gently placed it on the table. My words were short, simple, and devoid of emotion when I said, "I'll be giving this ring back to you. I'll also return your wedding gift. "We can either cancel the wedding, or the two of you can go through with it. I'm fine with either option." I turned around and left after I was done speaking. I didn't even question them. The sound of something heavy falling to the floor came from behind me.

"It doesn't." We sat there. The guy at the counter finished his eggs and left. The woman with the laptop packed up and went. The teenager changed the music to something low and forgettable. Outside on Marsh Street the city kept doing what cities do at 1am, moving and humming and completely indifferent to the two people inside this diner who had just had the floors pulled out from under them. "What happens to your wedding tomorrow," he said. "I cancel it." "Is that simple." "No." He waited.

Eyes brimming with tears, he said, "Claudia, I dare you to say that again!" I was stunned—I never imagined he would go this far for Eunice. After taking a deep breath, I said, "We're done, and the wedding is off. Do you need me to say it again?" Disbelief was written all over Eric's face. Convinced I was just playing hard to get, he said mockingly, "Claudia, you were the one who insisted on having this wedding in the first place, and now you're making a scene about canceling it?

My fiancé Damian Crowley and I'd been together for six years. But the night before my wedding, he demanded that I let my twin sister, Chloe Lambert, take my place as the bride. "Chloe doesn't have much time left. This is her only dream. Think of it as granting your sister's last wish." My own parents jabbed their fingers in my face and yelled at me too. They said I owed Chloe my life. It was only a wedding, they said, and I should stop being so selfish. Three years ago, I'd slipped and fallen into the water, and Chloe had supposedly risked her life to save me. She'd been in fragile health ever since. From then on, my family blamed me for everything. I walked on eggshells around them and gav