I slid into the driver's seat, my hands gripped the wheel for a moment before I exhaled sharply and put on my sunglasses. The city outside was bright and buzzing, but inside the car, I felt the weight of everything pressing down on me.
I had walked into the registry expecting pain, but nothing prepared her for the cold truth—Jeremy never cared. He hadn't even bothered to explain. No calls, no texts, nothing. He had thrown me aside like I was nothing.
But if he thought I'd let it slide, he was wrong.
I started the car and drove straight to the office. I needed to see his reaction, to confront him for abandoning me on what was supposed to be our wedding day. I needed to pretend as if I cared
I arrived at Vanguard Prestige Group, —a top-tier firm where I served as the VIP receptionist. My role wasn't just about answering calls; I was the gatekeeper to the company's elite, handling high-profile clients and executives with precision.
The moment I sat down at my office, A file landed in front of me.
I looked up, and there he was. Jeremy, who was smirking and Acting like nothing had happened.
I placed my fingers on the cool surface of the file, holding myself steady. Enough was enough.
"I called you, Jeremy. Over and over. Why didn't you show up for our wedding?"
Jeremy exhaled through his nose, like I was being difficult for no reason. "Bianca relax. I was busy."
Busy. That word again. Like it was enough excuse for what he did?
I scoffed. "Busy doing what, exactly?"
He rolled his eyes, straightening from my desk. "Work, obviously. Things came up, and I couldn't make it. You know how it is."
I let out a breath, pressing my fingers against my temple. "You couldn't even call?"
"I didn't think it was that serious," he said, his voice laced with that same dismissive tone I'd heard too many times before.
Then, as if sensing I was seconds from snapping, he sighed and softened his expression. "Look, I get it. You're upset. But let's not blow this out of proportion. We still have plenty of time to get married."
I stared at him with my pulse hammering. Plenty of time? He said it so casually, like it was a dinner reservation that could be rescheduled, not our wedding.
Sensing my silence, he leaned closer, resting a hand on my desk. "How about this? I'll make it up to you tonight. We'll go out, just the two of us. A nice dinner, your favorite restaurant. No work, no distractions."
I almost laughed. This again. The same empty promise I had accepted over and over. Each time, convincing myself it was just a mistake, that next time would be different.
But this wasn't missing a date or forgetting an anniversary. This was our wedding.
I forced a small smile, even as something inside me cracked. "Dinner?"
He nodded, relieved that I seemed to be calming down. "Yeah. Let's not make this a big deal, okay? We're good."
My heart pounded, but I kept my face neutral. A big deal. That was what he called it.
I tilted my head, forcing a small, tired smile. "I can't tonight. I'm exhausted. I've had a headache since morning, and I just need to rest."
Jeremy's smirk faltered for a second before he covered it with a shrug. "A headache? Since when do you let little things like that stop you?"
I almost rolled my eyes. Classic Jeremy—never truly listening, never truly caring. If I said I was dying, he'd probably still find a way to make it about himself.
Leaning back in my chair, I feigned indifference. "Since today."
He studied me for a moment, as if trying to figure out if I was lying. But I didn't budge. I wasn't about to waste another second of my life on him.
He finally sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "Fine. Rest or whatever." Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he grabbed the file he had dropped on my desk and slid it toward me. "Since you're not doing much tonight, help Ella with this. She needs someone to handle the guests at the VIP lounge."
I froze. Ella?
Of course. He had been making me do Ella's work before, making excuses, convincing me it was just temporary. And like a fool, I had done it, thinking I was helping. But now, knowing what I knew…
I slowly reached for the file, as I flung it open without really reading it. I could already guess what it was—a list of guests, some schedules, maybe a few specific instructions Ella was too lazy to handle herself.
My lips curved into a small smile, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Ella needs my help?"
Jeremy nodded, barely looking at me as he checked his phone. "Yeah. You're good at this kind of thing, and she's been busy, so just take care of it."
I stared at him, at the casual way he dismissed me like I was just another employee—someone he could assign tasks to without a second thought.
Once upon a time, I would have said yes without hesitation. The old me—the one who still believed in him, in our relationship, in his lies—would have bent over backward to prove I was the perfect fiancée, the perfect woman.
But I wasn't that woman anymore.
I forced a sweet smile, tilting my head. "Of course, Jeremy. I'll take care of it."
He barely acknowledged my answer, already turning away as he muttered something about a meeting.
I watched him go as i gripped the file so tightly that my nails dug into the cover.
Ella needed my help? Fine. I would help. Just not in the way they expected.