The night before the wedding 8

The night before the wedding 8

For years, I had played the role he had cast me in: the obedient, docile woman whose world revolved entirely around him. In his mind, marrying him was my ultimate dream, the pinnacle of my aspirations. And yet, here I was, shattering that illusion with a single, irrevocable act.

 

His disbelief quickly morphed into something sharper—contempt, laced with ridicule. He must have thought I was bluffing, staging a dramatic rebellion to win his attention. His lips parted, no doubt ready to launch into some biting remark, but I didn’t give him the chance.

 

“I’ve already made up my mind,” I said, my voice steady as steel. “I’m moving to another city for work. I’ve received an offer, and I plan to accept it. As for the resources you’ve provided, I’ll repay them in full—with interest.”

 

I paused briefly, letting the weight of my words settle over the room. Then I continued, my tone unwavering.

 

“Between us, there’s nothing left. No future, no ties, no debts. With everyone here as witnesses—including our friends from the media—let it be known.”

 

I took one final, deliberate breath before delivering the conclusion, each word striking like a hammer against stone.

 

“Bruce Cameron and I are no longer connected in any way from this day forward.”

The night before the wedding

The night before the wedding

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