Enough of Being Stood Up

Despite my protests, Anne still dragged me to the gathering.

We had just reached the door of the private room when I heard Nathan's voice coming from the inside. "Oh, stop making a fuss. It's been so many years. Yvonne has said many harsh words, but in the end, she never really left me. She's just angry right now.

"Once she calms down, she'll come running back to me like always."

Outside, I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I could taste blood.

Over the past years, I'd devoted myself to him and cared for him with all my heart, yet in his eyes, I was worth nothing.

Seeing my reddened eyes, Anne gently tugged on my hand.

Just as she was about to open the door, I stopped her.

At this point, I didn't even want to see Nathan again.

Grabbing Anne's hand, I turned to leave. Just as we rounded the corner, Nathan and Lucille walked out of the private room.

Lucille spoke. "Nathan, you're drunk. You should stop talking. If Yvvy heard you, she'd be heartbroken."

"Isn't that what you want?" Nathan retorted. "You were the one who made me agree to marry her, only to stand her up at the last minute. You're so mean, Lucy!"

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer when I heard what he said.

It turned out that they were just playing with me, making me out to be a joke. No wonder Nathan did not seem happy at all the first time he agreed to marry me.

I had been too caught up in the joy of the moment and failed to notice the disdain in his eyes.

Lucille leaned against Nathan, hitting his chest playfully. "I'm so mean? You came up with this idea!"

"I only did so to amuse you!"

As they bantered, they began kissing each other, completely ignoring their surroundings.

I was numb all over as Anne pulled me out of the restaurant.

The cool night breeze whipped against me. My heart felt like it was frozen.

"Yvonne, you've been too kind. That's why those two losers messed with you like this!" Anne ranted, still furious.

All I could do was smile faintly. When I opened my mouth, I could taste blood. "It's all in the past now. From now on, I have nothing to do with Nathan Seville."

…

Once I finally managed to convince Anne to go home, I returned to my apartment.

Right before I arrived home, the courier called me.

He told me that he had arrived at the destination, but the recipient wasn’t answering the phone and couldn’t be reached.

It was then that I remembered that Nathan never picked up calls from strangers. I told the courier to wait a while before hanging up. Then, I called Nathan.

From the noise in the background, he was probably at a club. Still, I could hear the smugness in his voice. "Calling me so soon? Where did all that attitude from earlier go, when you left me standing alone in the street?"

If this were before, I would've swallowed my pride, apologized to him, and sweet-talked him a little.

All I did now was say calmly, "I've gotten someone to leave your things at your door. Make sure to grab them when you get home."

Nathan sounded even more smug at that. "What did you get me this time, Yvonne? Trying to butter me up again? You sent a message to all our friends saying that you wouldn't join any gathering if I were there, didn't you? What's this now, trying to win me back?"

Instead of answering, I just hung up.

Before I ended the call, I heard him asking again what I had bought him, and that he'd only decide to forgive me based on whether or not he liked the gift.

I scoffed, speechless.

After all these years of chasing after him like a fool, he probably thought that I had no dignity, but that was alright. One day, he would realize that he was wrong.