He cancelled our wedding for the seventh time
"Six times, Marcus! Six cancellations for her. You gaslit me, made me doubt myself, chose her every time. And now, on our wedding day?"
"You're being cruel," he shouted. "I've known you for years—you're better than this. Just tell the guests something came up, like always."
"Like always?" Tears burned. "No. This is it. You either come now, cut off all contact with Sophia and her child, or stay with them forever. Choose."
"You're cruel!" he yelled. "Endure a little longer. We'll reschedule."
"You'll regret treating me like this," I said, voice cold, hanging up before he could reply.