I planned to book a hotel, wait for my flight connection, and leave Brooklyn for good.

Clyde followed me out, calling after me.

"Angela, I’ve transferred the money for the wedding dress to your account. Go buy yourself a new one."

"I’ll be with Betty for the next few days, but don’t worry. I’ll be there for the wedding and won’t let you down. And don’t forget the vasectomy."

I didn’t respond and left without looking back. I waited until the wedding day to act.

Clyde bombarded me with frantic messages.

I finally replied with a single text:

[I wish you and Betty a happy marriage. I will not marry you.]