After Forgetting Me, He Regretted Seeing Me Marry Someone Else

Spencer’s name flashed onto the screen, and memories of last night flooded.

With only a moment’s hesitation, I shot off a response, [Responsibility? Hmm, how about marriage?]

I had dismissed last night as a fleeting lapse, but Spencer’s unexpected arrival was a pleasant surprise.

His presence brought an unforeseen relief, and his infectious energy effortlessly brightened my mood.

Five hours later, the wedding photo shoot wrapped up, and I still felt disoriented.

I graciously turned down his offer to drive me home.

After a shared meal, I caught a taxi on my own.

The moment I stepped through the door, the aroma of food greeted me, making me stop in my tracks.

That’s when I noticed Theron in the kitchen, wearing an apron and setting dishes on the dining table.

If I remember correctly, it was the first time he’d cooked a meal in six years. His face flushed with a hint of awkwardness as soon as he saw me.

“The thing in my pocket... don’t think too much about it, alright? My friend just pushed it on me; it’s nothing—” Theron said, looking uncomfortable.

“Oh, that?” I replied, brushing it off. “It’s no big deal. I didn’t think twice about it. We’re adults; it’s all part of life.”

He seemed to expect anger or a confrontation, but my calm reaction caught him off guard. His unease grew, and his brow furrowed deeply.

“I’m trying to explain—” he began, his voice tight.

I set my bag on the shelf and gave a curt nod. “I understand, and I’m on the same page.”

“I’ve already eaten out, so I won’t be joining you. Enjoy your meal.”

With that, I turned on my heel and headed for the bedroom.

Maybe he sensed that skipping the wedding photos had crossed a line, so he extended an apology.

“I was unwell today and exhausted when I got home this morning,” he said.

Lost in the wedding photos Spencer had sent, I nodded absentmindedly.

Despite all our time together, I had turned him down during the rare moments he’d shown humility.

Theron’s face grew dark with frustration. "I’ve already explained. Believe it or not!"

With that, he slammed the door and stormed out, not returning.

While he sat in the living room, absorbed in replying to Lyra’s messages, I lay in bed, scrolling through wedding photos with Spencer.

A door had firmly closed between us. Later that night, Theron hurriedly left, the space between us growing ever wider.

By the time the morning arrived for us to collect our marriage certificate, he was still nowhere to be found.

No explanation, no message.

I checked Lyra’s social media and found a post from her late at night, showing her hooked up to an IV in the hospital.

[How did I catch the flu as soon as I got back? Luckily, you were there for me.]

I tried calling Theron, but his phone was off. He had, indeed, blocked me.

Once Lyra was back, Theron stopped bothering with excuses for me. I breathed deeply and texted Spencer, [How about picking up our marriage certificate? We’re just one short.]

He replied instantly, [On my way!]

An hour later, I held the marriage certificate, torn between hesitation and uncertainty.

Out of the blue, a message from the elusive Theron popped up. [Something came up at work. Let’s postpone getting the certificate for a few days.]

He quickly added, [Don’t read too much into it—just work.]

He was fumbling through his excuses, hoping I wouldn’t notice. Wedding photos could wait, the marriage certificate could be postponed, and so on. I had been patient for six years; now, I was through waiting.

In sharp contrast, Spencer’s excitement was infectious. He was on cloud nine as he exclaimed, “Avery, my dear wife, may I finally have the honor of dining with you today?”

As I turned off my phone and looked into his eager eyes, I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, I couldn’t bring myself to say no.

It wasn’t until we reached the restaurant that the contrast between love and indifference hit me like a ton of bricks.

Even if Spencer’s feelings for me were still in the crush phase, he went the extra mile. He inquired about my food preferences, jotted them down, and made sure to steer clear of them when he ordered.

He placed the first bite on my plate with each dish using the serving spoon. Then he gazed at me with those wide, puppy-dog eyes, hanging on my every word, before breaking into a grin that said he’d just hit the jackpot.

It felt as if I had returned to my student days for a brief moment. His genuine and simple affection tugged at my heartstrings, stirring a deep, nostalgic ache.

When I got home, I packed my belongings and arranged for a moving company to take them to Spencer’s place.

Alone in the empty living room, I watched the clock slowly tick toward midnight. With just three hours left before the wedding, Theron was still nowhere to be seen.

I let out a bitter laugh, stretched out my stiff body, and changed into fresh clothes to start getting ready. Next, I contacted the wedding company to replace the groom. Thankfully, the quick and straightforward setup made the change seamless.

When I called Spencer, he answered before the first ring finished. Without a second thought, he agreed to my invitation.

We stood before the officiant three hours later, dressed in our wedding best.

Love and joy danced in his eyes, reflecting a long-awaited dream finally coming to life.

But just as the officiant asked us to exchange vows, the door burst open. Theron barged in, breathless and furious, his voice trembling with rage.

"Avery! What is the meaning of this?! How dare you betray me?!"