“I’m getting married,” my father said casually, patting her arm like this was normal. “Aren’t you going to congratulate us?”

I couldn’t even process the words. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m ending our engagement,” Chloe said flatly. “I’m marrying Arthur. Please don’t make this difficult. My decision is final.”

That was the moment everything inside me broke.

I didn’t argue. Didn’t ask for answers.

I just closed the door.

And I cut them both out of my life.

Ignored every message. Every call.

But that wasn’t enough for them.

They still sent me a wedding invitation.

My father had even written a note:

Come. We’ll be waiting.

I don’t know why I went.

But I did.

And now it was over.

The ceremony ended with an awkward silence, guests quickly standing as if they couldn’t leave fast enough. Conversations started in hushed, uncomfortable tones.

Chloe slipped away without meeting anyone’s eyes.

My father? Straight to the bar.

Of course.

I was already halfway out when I heard him behind me.

“Leaving so soon?”

His hand grabbed my arm.

“I’ve seen enough,” I said coldly. “You’ve both had your fun.”