"Fine! I know! It's not canceled! I'll smooth things over with her! Don't worry!"
He hung up and turned to me.
"Tilda, my mom says the wedding tomorrow has to go on as planned."
"I don't want to upset her, so let's keep everything the way it is. But can you be the one who runs?"
"My mom loves you. If you're the runaway bride, she won't blame me. And I can explain to her afterward that I only married Claudia on impulse, out of spite."
I stared at him, unable to believe these words had come out of the mouth of the man I'd loved for years.
But then I remembered—he was already Claudia Simmons' husband.
Then again, nothing he said or did could surprise me anymore.
I was leaving anyway. Might as well grant him this one last favor.
"Fine."
Maybe it was how easily I agreed that finally snapped Harrison out of his blindness.
He noticed, at last, that the shattered thing on the floor was our wedding photo.
And that the top of my foot was slick with blood.
His eyes went red in an instant. He rushed back to the bridal suite to grab the first aid kit.
The moment he was gone, Claudia lifted her chin and sneered at me.