A red exclamation mark appeared beside the message.
She'd already deleted me from her contacts. To keep Graham happy.
Just as well.
I didn't dwell on it. I posted an announcement on social media that the wedding was off.
Immediately, people started asking why.
Not wanting to stir up drama, I repeated Carrie's version of events: I'd decided I wasn't ready to get married yet.
But my friends flooded my inbox, telling me I was an idiot:
"Wilfred, Carrie isn't that broke little nobody anymore. She's the kind of woman every man wants. You call off the wedding now, you're practically handing your wife to someone else on a silver platter."
I didn't reply.
Because Carrie was already someone else's wife.
Shortly after I made the post, Graham sent me a photo of their marriage certificate.
His tone dripped with smugness as he thanked me for stepping aside.
"Wilfred, my man. Thanks for the assist. Carrie and I were originally getting the certificate tomorrow, but she pulled some strings and got it rushed through today just to make me feel better!"
I didn't bother responding. Delete. Block. Done.
My phone buzzed. My mother called, her voice sharp with fury.