Tatum froze, a flicker of panic flashing across his face as he shook his head without thinking.
“Y-you… what nonsense are you saying? Our wedding is already set, and the invitations have gone out. How can you be so self-centered, saying cancel as if it’s nothing?”
I cast a glance at Zara. Her face had turned ashen; she stomped her foot in anger before storming out.
Tatum instinctively moved to chase her, but just as he reached the door, he forced himself to stop. He turned back to me, his eyes filled with confusion.
“You… what’s wrong with you today? How could you even mention canceling the wedding? Haven’t you always wanted to marry me?”
I smiled faintly.
“I can see that Zara’s ‘illness’ has only been worsening. At a time like this, if we still insist on marrying, wouldn’t that be far too inconsiderate of her feelings?”
At my words, Tatum exhaled in visible relief, as though he had finally found a reasonable excuse for my so-called ‘abnormality.’ His tone softened, touched with tenderness.
“You’re just too kind, always thinking of others. Silly girl, you’ll be my wife sooner or later. Isn’t it better to settle things sooner rather than later?”