After Leaving A Loveless Marriage, Ex-husband Regrets

At the bridal shop, I stood before the mirror, dressed in a flowing, pure white wedding gown with a burn scar exposed on my shoulder. The bridal stylist glanced at it uncomfortably, her expression tense as she said, "Miss Blakemore, maybe you would like to try this one instead?"

This was the fifth dress I had tried on today.

It was a mark left from the fire when I had risked everything to save Grayson. The scar was too prominent, too stubbornly large to be easily concealed.

I noticed a flicker of guilt pass over his face and for a moment, his fingers hovered over his phone screen before finally turning off the screen.

He reached out instinctively as if he wanted to touch the burn scar like he had done countless times before, but I pulled away.

His hand hung in the air, momentarily frozen, caught between past habits and present distance.

"There are too many people here," I mumbled a half-hearted excuse.

A cloud of confusion briefly filled his gaze, but it quickly cleared as he tightened his grip on my hand. "Are you embarrassed by the scar? It's alright, Nao. You'll always be the most beautiful to me."

I was caught off guard. For a split second, I thought I saw a glimmer of the eighteen-year-old Grayson.

However, the moment faded as quickly as it came.

Our relationship was much like these wedding dresses. Either the style was all wrong, or the fit could not hide the scars that marred us both.

Perhaps, most of all, it was the fact that the purity had already been tainted.

"Yeah." I gave a short, indifferent response and gently pulled my hand from his grip, turning to the fitting room to change into yet another dress.

When I was done removing the gown, wearing nothing but the lingerie underneath, I heard a familiar sound outside the fitting room. It was Grayson's phone and the unmistakable, sticky-sweet voice of Lily poured through the speaker.

She complained about how her period cramps were unbearable, how it felt as though she were about to die. And, of course, Grayson's voice turned instantly warm, soothing her.

So, I dressed quickly.

Just as I slipped on my clothes, Grayson, with impatience boiling over, shoved open the fitting room door, ignoring the bridal stylist's protests. "Naomi, are you dead in there?! Why are you so slow!"

His hand was still pressing down on the voice button of his phone and in the next breath, his tone softened dramatically as he spoke to Lily again. "Don't worry, I'll be there to keep you company soon."

I stared at him, my gaze unwavering. Guilt flickered across his face, but only for a heartbeat.

Sensing the tension, the bridal stylist forced a bright smile, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. "You two are about to get married soon. A gentler tone wouldn't hurt, right?"

However, Grayson merely scoffed. "She's just deaf. Do I really need to watch my tone around her?"

Perhaps, with those words, he was reassuring himself as much as he was reassuring anyone else in the room.

The guilty flicker in his eyes vanished in an instant like it had never existed.

He was not even interested in asking why I had stopped trying on wedding dresses.

A second after he sent his last voice message, he turned to me with a stern look, hastily signaling in sign language that something very urgent had come up at work and he had to return to the office immediately.

After saying that, he strode out of the store without another glance, leaving only the faint echo of Lily's sugary voice, lingering in the air.

The bridal stylist had been an unwitting witness to this painfully clear love triangle, her expression a mixture of sympathy and shock as her gaze fell on me.

She gently took the wedding dress from my hands, pausing before asking with soft hesitation, "Would you like to reschedule your appointment to come back and try it on another day?"

It was only after she spoke that she recalled I could not hear her voice, so she began reaching for paper and pen to write her message down.

I gave her a soft, reassuring smile. "No need. And don't worry about refunding the deposit."

"You can hear? Then just now..."

Her eyes widened in surprise. With a bitter twist to my smile, I pressed the recording button nestled discreetly in my pocket. I turned without another word and walked out of the shop.

In the days that followed, Grayson did not return home. Instead, he became a frequent face in Lily's online posts.

As I was in the midst of packing up my belongings, I inadvertently stumbled upon his other mobile phone, hidden away among my things. The contents within that phone sent a chill coursing through my already composed heart, making it feel as though it had turned to ice once more.

While he had been wrapped in their world, I had quietly applied for my visa. And then, I started to pack my stuff at home.

We had spent ten years together, with countless captured moments.

Before Lily Winslow came back to his life, he once insisted on documenting every part of our life, begging me to pose for countless photos, his camera never far from his hands.

But ever since he started his career, rising swiftly through the ranks and since Lily came back into his life. Even when I stood right in front of him, smiling, he would not even bother lifting the camera he once cherished so much.

The focus of his camera, which was once aimed at me, had become a privilege exclusively reserved for Lily Winslow.

During New Year's Eve, I tried once more to bring us together, suggesting we take a family photo. He waved me off, calling me childish and slapping my hand away in disgust.

Yet, moments later, in the reflection of Lily's online posts, they were smiling side by side.

I had been both deaf and blind, missing the provocations that were glaringly obvious.

As I gathered the thousands of photos we had taken together over the years, I burned them all, watching as the flames consumed every memory. The firelight flickered against my face, eerily reminiscent of the day my parents passed away.

With only eight days left until the wedding, Grayson finally returned home.

He looked exhausted. It must have been draining taking care of Lily all this time.

As he stepped inside, his eyes swept over the room, noticing the absence of many things.

He stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing as confusion set in. He turned to me, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "Why does it feel like the house is so empty?"

I said nothing.

He glanced around again, more carefully this time and his gaze eventually landed on the wedding countdown calendar. But instead of concern for the changes at home, a playful expression crossed his face as he asked me. "Have you chosen your wedding dress?"

I nodded and a brief flash of satisfaction appeared on his face. "Good."

Then, without a word, he turned around and headed into the bathroom to wash up, but as I stood there, something caught my eye. The sight of his running shoes in the entryway.

I bent down, opened them and examined them closely. They were exactly the same as the pair Lily had flaunted on her Instagram post earlier tonight, except hers were the women's version.

The caption she had posted alongside the photo still echoed in my mind. [We will soon run towards the happiness that belongs to us.]

The next morning, as if nothing had happened, Grayson went off to work as usual. Meanwhile, I continued packing my things.

Looking around, I saw that the house I had once decorated so lovingly now felt so empty. Yet, to my surprise, the sight of it made me breathe a sigh of relief.

If I left without a trace, perhaps it would not affect their pursuit of happiness, right?

Everything was prepared and it was already the night before the wedding.

Then, out of the blue, I received a call from one of Grayson's friends, saying Grayson was drunk and asking me to pick him up.

As soon as I pushed open the door to the private room, I saw Grayson lying on top of Lily.

They did not even flinch when I entered. Even one of his friends greeted me with a sneer, "Mr. Kingsley, your cute little deaf girl is here to take you home."

Lily, who had been smiling proudly, put on a show of false sympathy, pretending to stand up for me. "Oh, you guys, don't bully the disabled!"

After saying that, she leaned into Grayson's ear and whispered, loud enough for me to hear, "Mr. Kingsley, Naomi is here."

At her words, Grayson stirred and immediately straightened himself up from her.

He stumbled towards me, his face flushed. Without warning, he grabbed my shoulders and shook me violently. "Naomi! Why? Why didn't you die in that fire with your parents?!"

"Are you really that pathetic? I've already agreed to marry you and yet you still follow me around like some pathetic little pug, clinging to me day and night!"

I had thought I was ready for this. I had planned to leave, no matter what I saw or heard. I had convinced myself that nothing could touch me anymore, that my heart was beyond being broken.

But for ten years, I had been by his side and now I was hearing that he had actually wished for my death.

My heart, which I had thought was numb, began to beat erratically.

I looked around at his friends. None of them seemed surprised. At that moment, it dawned on me that every time I had come to pick him up, he had said something similarly cruel.

I had brushed it off, thinking he was just stressed from work. I had always tried to comfort him.

"You're drunk."

I forced my voice to remain calm, suppressing the storm of emotions raging inside me.

After all, this would be the last time we would meet, so let him do whatever he wanted to do before we parted ways.

However, just as I turned to leave, Lily made her move, stepping forward deliberately to stand by his side. "Mr. Kingsley, who do you want to go home with tonight? Me or Naomi?"

Without hesitation, the drunken Grayson shoved me away.

His arms instantly wrapped around Lily, pulling her close as he buried himself in her embrace. "Of course, it's you. She's deaf. How could she ever compare to you?"

The room immediately erupted in laughter.

I staggered backward from the impact, only to slam into the sharp edge of the coffee table. Pain shot through my knees.

As I looked up, I saw Grayson still entangled in Lily's arms. I forced myself to stand and straightened as much as I could before saying coldly, "Then, as you wish."

With that, I limped toward the door.

Behind me, I heard Lily murmur, "Did someone just use sign language for her just now?"

Early the next morning, I left the ring he had given me on the coffee table, the same ring he had slipped onto my finger when he proposed to me.

Sitting in the back seat of a taxi en route to the airport, my phone began buzzing relentlessly. Grayson's parents were calling again and again.

I did not answer any of them.

A message came in from Grayson, his words as oblivious as ever, asking if I was feeling nervous and wondering when I would arrive. He even mentioned how beautiful I must look today and how he could not wait to see me.

The irony stung, thinking of those matching running shoes they wore. Silently, I added his number to my block list.

Then, just one minute before boarding, an unknown number lit up my screen.

I pressed the answer button. Grayson's voice burst through, harsh and scolding, accusing me of being late on our wedding day. He was practically shouting that everyone was already waiting for me at the venue.

I found it almost amusing, watching the runway pass as the plane prepared to depart, its engines humming steadily. The timing couldn't have been more perfect.

His voice was finally cracked as he demanded to know where I was.

Then, he seemed to remember that I was not supposed to hear him at all. In a flurry of panic, he scrambled to hang up so he could message me instead.

Just a heartbeat before he could, I interrupted, "Grayson, I can hear you."