Once we arrived, he wouldn't even come inside—just leaned against the door, smoking, and scrolling through his phone like a flirt.
Soon, the wedding coordinator brought out the wedding invites.
"Miss Chavez, your wedding invitations are all set!"
My fiancé glanced over, his eyes landing on the bright red cards.
"Bloody hell! That's an eyesore!"
"Who the hell would even take that crap? Damn, you really can't be creative, can you?"
I didn't bother arguing. I simply counted the invites and pulled out my phone to scan the QR code and pay.
Just as I was about to say something, his phone rang.
Without a second thought, he picked it up, and this exaggerated sweet voice came through.
"Peter! Ugh, I've got to go to my check-up again. Oh gosh, it's just so lonely to do this all by myself. Bet my sweet childhood friend can come to keep me company, though?"
Just like that, Peter pulled out his car keys right after he hung up. All for that bitch, my soon-to-be-husband just left me there with one cold line.
"You got this. I gotta go now."
Yeah, he didn't even bother asking me. Just informed me like that.
Like a total jerk, he just assumed I'd be cool handling everything for our wedding.