My Fiance Took My Cousin to Our Wedding Photoshoot. Ok, I Canceled the Wedding Chapter 01
My fiancé and I had planned to go to Mexico together
to watch the World Cup.
On the day of departure, I waited at the airport for three hours.
The plane was already delayed, but my fiancé,
Nathaniel Prescott, never showed up.
It wasn’t until dark that I finally got a call from him.
“Sorry, Vivian, I forgot to tell you, Delilah wanted to
see the World Cup too.
Last night she was so excited she couldn’t sleep a
wink, and she insisted we leave early.
We just arrived now.”
“You’re fine coming over on your own, right?
We’ll meet outside the stadium tomorrow.”
I was completely stunned.
I had been looking forward to this World Cup for so long.
I even took half a month off work, just so Nathaniel and
I could watch the matches together.
We’d also planned to take our wedding photos abroad.
And with one casual “we left early,” he just forgot all about me.
“You two have fun,” I said with a bitter smile.
“Suddenly, I don’t feel like going anymore.”
The next day, I scrolled past an Instagram post from my deceased aunt’s daughter, Delilah Vance.
She posted a photo of herself with Messi.
Nathaniel was right next to her, pressed close, both of them beaming at the camera.
Like a couple head over heels in love.
The caption read: [Thanks to Nathaniel for getting me this photo op.
Nathaniel is the best, never missing a single important
moment in my life!]
I calmly clicked “like,” then got in touch with my wedding designer and canceled the wedding, set for
two weeks from then.
If that’s how it’s going to be, then you can spend our
wedding day, another “important occasion,” with my
dear cousin too.
It wasn’t until three days before the wedding that
Nathaniel and Delilah finally came back.
They brought gifts for everyone in the family.
Delilah happily showed off all the little trinkets she’d bought abroad.
“Nathaniel picked out these earrings especially for me.
He said the style was gorgeous and really brought out my vibe.”
“And this necklace. Nathaniel bought it too.
He spotted it right away and said it perfectly complemented my skin tone.”
“Oh, and look! A signed photo of Messi!”
Delilah waved the picture in her hand, flashing a coquettish smile.
“Nathaniel went out of his way to score me that photo op.
If it weren’t for him, I’d never have a chance to get a
picture with my idol in this lifetime!”
Staring at the signed photo in her hand, I suddenly
remembered last year.
I’d asked Nathaniel to get me a ticket to an art
exhibition sponsored by his company.
But he said the exhibition was too popular, and he
couldn’t get his hands on a pass.
So it wasn’t that he couldn’t get one,
He just couldn’t be bothered to go out of his way for me.
My mom’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“By the way, why didn’t you bring a gift for Vivian?”
“Vivian’s never been into this kind of stuff,” Nathaniel said casually.
“Even if I bought her something, she wouldn’t like it.
No point wasting money.”
I let out a self–deprecating laugh.
So buying me a gift was a waste of money, huh? one, she
“True, Vivian’s always been the sensible one,
doesn’t care about these things,” my mom said with a smile.
“Now Delilah, she’s loved little knickknacks like this
since she was a kid.”
Sensible.
Those two words burned into my heart like a brand.
Ever since I was little, my family said I was the sensible one.
I had to give in to Delilah because she was younger, an orphan whose parents had died young.
I had to give her everything I liked.
My new dresses, my favorite hair clips, even the pets I
raised. All given away to Delilah.
Only Nathaniel, who’d grown up with me, ever took my side.
He’d buy me new dresses, make me hair clips with his
own hands, and even gave me his cat that he’d raised for three years.
He said I deserved to be cherished.
And so, for many years, he cherished me carefully and tenderly.
But somewhere along the way, I didn’t know when it started.
His heart gradually leaned toward Delilah, too.
In the living room, the whole family laughed and
chatted, making me feel like I was the odd one out.
I spoke up, cutting through the noisy chatter.
“Mom, Nathaniel, I wanted to tell you both that the wedding in three days.”
“Oh, Nathaniel! I cut my hand!”
Delilah’s shriek cut me off.
Her finger was scratched by a little ornament in the box, and blood beaded up.
Nathaniel’s face instantly changed, and he rushed to find the first–aid kit.
My mom anxiously tried to stop the bleeding, her face full of worry.
The whole family swarmed around Delilah,
disinfecting her wound, comforting her.
Only I stood in the living room, completely out of place.
After a moment, I picked up my bag and slipped out the door without a sound.
It was a long while before Nathaniel remembered to call me.
“Vivian, why did you leave?
What were you about to say?
Something about the wedding?”
“Nothing,” I said softly.
“Go take care of Delilah.
She’s hurt.”
“Yeah, Delilah’s really banged up pretty bad,”
Nathaniel said, his tone doting and a little helpless.
“This little crybaby’s still bawling her eyes out.”
“You were going to talk about the wedding stuff, right?
Just leave it to Delilah to handle.
She’s the best at creating romance. She definitely
won’t let you down.”
“No, I.” I started to explain, but Nathaniel had already
hung up in a hurry.
Forget it.
He’d find out soon enough that the wedding already called off.
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