Abandoned at the altar
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“I am sorry I have to do this to you, but I realized we are not meant to be, and I wish I realized that sooner, I know you are going to find someone you love and care about and I know that you would be happy when that happens.” The letter read. “I hope you enjoy the holidays.”
My eyes brimmed with tears, I felt my chest tightened, and a breath escaped my lips, I felt like a heavy weight crushed my heart and a coat of sweat formed on my forehead, my finger fiddling against each other in fear and I turned to glance around my surroundings; my eyes caught my phone and I retrieved it from the bed, I quickly unlocked it as my tears fell against the screen, and I was finding it hard to tap on the screen.
“Shit.” I whispered against my breath, I cleaned my phone against my dress and I tapped the screen, his picture came into view as I called him, it rang a few times and no one picked up, I called again, my heart racing with anticipation, I did not want to believe what I had just read, it has to be a mistake; he could not do this to me; he won’t hurt me this way.
I called again and this time the phone was switched off, I threw the phone against the wall and a sob escaped my lips.
Today is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, the day I get married to my college sweetheart and the love of my life Harry, we have been preparing for this day for as long as I can remember, I wanted to have a court marriage, and he wanted the same too, it was going to be a perfect holiday wedding.
After months of thinking about it; we fixed a date, we had an appointment with the court and his best man was supposed to pick me up from my apartment, only to get this letter from his friend, there were no other words exchanged; he left the moment he gave the letter and my heart shattered when I read it.
His words rings through my mind, after five years of being together, he realized that we are not meant to be, why did he propose to me if he didn’t think it was right, why did he beg me to marry him and why did he believe that he only loved me and me alone, for the past few days he has been weird.
I just thought he was nervous because I was; I even thought of telling him to push back the date; I knew it was just nervousness, I still wanted to marry him though so I never said anything, the last two days before today, he stayed in his friend’s home.
Harry is traditional, he believed in not seeing the bride or the dress before the day of the wedding and I trusted him only to get a letter from his best man, the same man who introduced me to Harry five years ago.
My heart skipped a beat when I thought of his face, his smile and every memory that we shared, he can’t do this to me, he didn’t have the right too, and I wanted to know why; I needed to know why he thought he could do this.
I headed out of my bedroom and I snatched my keys from the counter in the kitchen, I have to speak to me, if he is not ready to get married, then I would not force him, I could never do that, I just wanted him to tell me that I didn’t waste five years of my life with him, that I didn’t waste all of my time with him, that I didn’t destroy every relationship just to be with him.
I sacrificed a lot to be with him and I thought it was right because I love him and I wanted to be with him, right now, I am being hurt; I was mad that he thinks he can break up through a letter and on our wedding day, he should have said something if he didn’t want to marry me.
I shook off the thought and I headed out, I got into my car in no time, my vision was compromised with tear, I quickly wiped my tears, and I drove away, I would be visiting his apartment, I wanted to see him.
Harry and I have been thorough our ups and down; he is the only child of a wealthy family and not only that, his father owned most of the companies in the city while I, I didn’t like to speak about my family.
He never tried to flaunt his money to gain my attention, I guess that was what made me love him from the moment I saw him, I knew he was a good person, he treated me good, and he cared for me, he didn’t care where I can from, he didn’t care who I was; he loved me for me and I did the same too.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw his building from afar, I drove as fast as I could before the car came to a halt and I walked out, I headed toward the building and I sprinted into it with a wedding dress on.
When I got to the door of his apartment, a breath escaped my lips when I knocked on the door and I waited, I knocked a few times, I could hear movements from inside of the house, a breath falls out to my parted lips before the door was opened.
My eyes met the woman who opened the door, my eyes rakes through her body and I realized she was pregnant; and from behind I saw my fiancée walking toward her and he stopped in his movements, his eyes met mine.
“Harry.” I whispered, “what the hell is going on?” I gritted through my teeth.
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