"I... I’m planning to break off my engagement with Jason," I said, my voice a little shaky but firm.
Chase stopped in his tracks for a brief moment, a flicker of surprise passing over his face before it quickly settled into a calm, concerned expression.
He then asked, "Emma, are you really sure? This isn’t something small."
Taking a deep breath, I answered with more conviction than I felt, "I’m sure. I don’t want to be lied to anymore, and I can’t keep wasting my time."
...
The next morning, I called the wedding planner and canceled everything—everything. I also informed all the guests.
Emily, the wedding planner, nearly cried when I told her over the phone. She went on about penalties, losses, and how "absurd" it was that I was backing out at the last minute.
I cut her off, coldly giving her Jason’s card number and telling her to deduct whatever was needed.
Once I hung up, the world around me felt quieter, like the pressure had finally let up.
Next came the dreaded task of notifying the guests. I created a group chat, added everyone, and typed: