I Canceled Our Wedding When He Chose Her

On the eve of our wedding, Alan's ex, Izabella, posted a picture of her sapphire engagement ring on Instagram.

I gave the photo a closer look. It was the same ring Alan and I had designed together—one of a kind, crafted with my own hands. Now, it's on her finger.

After pondering it all night, I calmly suggested we part ways the next morning.

Alan, seemingly unmoved, said, "Inaya, we're about to tie the knot. Think it over. Don't make a decision you'll regret."

"I won't."

Later, Alan called me in the middle of the night, clearly drunk.

"Inaya, where are you? You're not home."

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After Izabella's Instagram post, I told Alan I wanted to break up. He was taken aback.

"Break up? Our wedding's in two weeks. The invites have been sent. You want to cancel everything now?"

I didn't respond. Instead, I laid out a list in front of him.

"Yes, break up. I don't want anything from you—I just want to end this."

I was twenty-four when I got engaged to Alan, who was twenty-seven. Not long after, I moved in with him. I always assumed our marriage was a done deal, so during the two years we lived together, I accepted the gifts he showered me with—bags, jewelry, shares, and property. Now that we were ending it, those things needed sorting out.

Alan glanced at the list casually and set it aside, showing no concern.

"What's the reason?" He paused and added, "Because Izabella wore your ring? I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was the engagement ring. I've told my assistant to get it back. You'll have it soon."

His expression remained calm, but I couldn't keep my anger in check. That ring took me six months to create and embodied my hopes and dreams of love. After finishing it, I couldn't bear to wear it, saving it for the wedding day. I'd been away for just two weeks when Alan handed it over to Izabella.

It broke my heart to see the ring on her finger.

And now he acts like it was an innocent mistake. Did he really not know? Does a simple "I didn't know" fix everything?

I yelled, "Enough! First the engagement ring, then what? Will I need to step aside for her to become Mrs. Armstrong?"

"If that's how it is, wouldn't it be better if I just gracefully stepped back and made room for her?"

He looked at me with dissatisfaction, almost puzzled by my strong reaction.

He began lecturing me. "Inaya, there's no need for jealousy. You know our marriage is about alliances, not love. Your position as Mrs. Armstrong isn't threatened."

"This time, I'll let it go. Don't bring up breaking up again. Just be a good Mrs. Armstrong."

He slid a card over to me.

"There's five hundred thousand on it, for your troubles."