I watched my former fiancée marry my father today.
No one clapped when the officiant said, “You may kiss the bride.”
No one smiled either.
My father leaned in with all the warmth of a man signing paperwork, and Chloe turned her face for him to kiss her cheek.
It did not feel like a wedding.
It felt like a lie.
Three months ago, Chloe and I had been planning our wedding.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, inside and out, and I felt like the luckiest man in the world when she agreed to marry me.
I thought we were happy.
Until she disappeared.
For a week, I thought she’d run off and left me.
Then she came back… and broke my heart all over again.
The day she returned, I heard a knock.
When I opened the door, she stood there — arm-in-arm with my father.
“I’m getting married,” my father announced. “Aren’t you going to wish us happiness?”
I stared at them. “What do you mean?”
“I’m breaking off the engagement,” Chloe said. “I’m marrying Arthur. Don’t make a scene.”
My world ended that day.
I shut the door in their faces.
I cut off all contact.
Then they sent me a wedding invitation.
My dad added: Come. We’ll be waiting.
I don’t know why I went.
And now the ceremony was over.
Guests rushed to leave.
Chloe disappeared.
My father went straight to the bar.
Of course he did.
I was halfway out when I heard him.
“Leaving already?”
His hand grabbed my arm.
“I’ve stayed long enough,” I said.
He leaned closer, eyes glassy.
“You still don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“What she did for you.”
My jaw tightened.
He laughed. “Chloe did this to save you, you foolish boy.”
“You’re drunk.”
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