On the Wedding Day, I Broke Up Successfully

Through the phone, I could faintly hear Alex’s voice, drunk and agitated.

“Emmy... come here, don’t call her…”

There was a moment of stillness in my breath.

Even knowing about his betrayal, I couldn't bring myself to leave him alone, drunk and stranded.

I cursed myself for being weak as I changed clothes and headed out to catch a cab.

When I arrived at the private room's door, my hand was just about to touch it when I heard mocking laughter from inside.

“Mr. Carter’s secretary is quite considerate. Where did you find her? This service is way better than my wife’s. Can you recommend her to me as well—”

As I pushed open the door, the room fell silent and everyone’s faces shifted as they noticed my expression.

The room fell silent at once.

Emily was pressed close to Alex, seemingly carefully wiping his face.

In the past, whenever Alex got drunk, he would come home brimming with anger.

If I made even the slightest mistake in taking care of him, he would erupt immediately.

He would curse himself for being unsuccessful, complain about his career and rail against fate.

Yet tonight, despite drinking even more than usual and being more drunk than ever,

he was as docile as a lamb in front of Emily.

He allowed the damp tissues to rub against his face without a word.

After a moment, Emily finally noticed the sudden silence around her.

She turned to look at me, quickly detaching herself from Alex with an awkward smile, tinged with a hint of girlish shyness.

In the past, I might have lost control and acted like a jealous fury, rushing at her to slap her face,

warning her not to seduce my soon-to-be husband.

But now, I merely smiled indifferently.

As I stepped forward to take Alex home, my hand was about to rest on his shoulder when he roughly shrugged it off.

Emily's face turned awkward as she leaned in close to Alex's ear and explained, “This is Ms. Mitchel, your fiancée. She’s here to take you home!”

Hearing my name, his drunken haze lifted slightly. His brows furrowed deeply as he sneered coldly.

“What fiancée? That’s my boss, my superior, my employer!”

“I don’t have a home; that’s just another office for me…”

In an instant, my eyes flickered with a pang and my hand, which had been falling, clenched tightly into a fist.

The people around us, sensing the tension, began to disperse, casting curious glances as they left.

This wasn’t the first time Alex had mocked me.

Even back when the company was deciding its future direction, hiring each employee and selecting every project, his grievances had been apparent.

I had stubbornly poured all my efforts into supporting his dreams,

unaware that his heart had long since strayed off course.

Now, seeing his unfocused eyes, I reached out once more to help him up, only to be swatted away with even more force, leaving the back of my hand stinging red.

Emily, noticing the scene, whispered soothingly to him, coaxing him to shakily rise to his feet

and then handed him over to me.

My gaze fell on the diamond ring she wore and I murmured, “Your ring is beautiful, even more dazzling than in the pictures.”

She paused for a moment, then her lips curled into a smile.

I turned to leave with Alex, but as we took a few steps, his stride abruptly halted.

He turned his head, eyes wide open and earnestly instructed,

“Emmy, it’s late. Take the 28 bus when you head back; I checked and it’s still running. Don’t take a cab alone!”

Emily was amused by his serious tone and reached into her bag to retrieve Alex's car keys.

“I’ll drive your car home,” she said with a smile. “I haven’t had a drink, so don’t worry! I’ll text you when I get home.”

In that moment, my heart felt as if it had shattered into pieces. The bitterness overflowed, filling my chest with a heavy ache.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to care; he simply didn’t care about me.

I had worked countless late nights for the company, hoping he would come to pick me up. Each time, he had found a different excuse to avoid it.

Even when I had offered to drive his car to work, he had flatly refused, citing social engagements as his reason.

To this day, I had never even been in that car.

I had moved from anger to resignation and eventually, I had deceived myself.

He was just too exhausted from work, his mind couldn't hold anything else.

Until today, when reality had slapped me hard.

I could no longer lie on his behalf.