[To my friends and family, I just wanted to let you know that Jason and I have called off the wedding. Sorry if this causes any inconvenience. Thanks for understanding.]
I set the group to [Do Not Disturb] and watched the notifications light up my phone screen, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t even flinch.
I knew what people would think. Most would assume I’d lost my mind. One month away from the wedding, and I was canceling it like it was nothing. Yeah, madness seemed about right.
Sure enough, Jason called, exactly as I expected. But instead of feeling even an ounce of guilt, it only fueled my anger.
I answered the phone with a bitter laugh. "What is it, Jason?"
He sighed. "Emma, can we... talk? I know you're really angry, but some things can’t be explained over the phone. Can we meet? Same place, the hotpot restaurant we used to go to?"
I hesitated, but deep down, I knew I needed closure. I agreed.
...
Later that evening, I put on delicate makeup, slipped into a bright red dress, and wore heels that clicked confidently as I walked.
I arrived at the entrance of the hotpot restaurant, and there he was—Jason, already seated at the table.