She Plans 100 Hookups, I Plan Euthanasia

Perhaps remembering Juliet's order, Bailey said nothing in the end.

When I arrived at the lobby, my phone rang. It was the assisted dying service calling.

"Mr. Jackson, your booking has been successfully confirmed. After death, your body will be cremated and, according to your request, scattered in the Pacifica Sea. Please provide your flight number, as we offer pick-up service."

I was just about to give them a flight number when a familiar voice sounded behind me. "What flight? Honey, where are you going?"

I turned and saw Juliet standing there, her expression a mix of every negative emotion. The moment I ended the call, she rushed over and grabbed my hand.

"Honey, who's booking a flight?"

"I was just planning our honeymoon and checking flight schedules," I replied.

Maybe my expression was too calm, because Juliet didn't doubt me. Instead, she visibly relaxed.

"Honey, is this the surprise you mentioned? Silly you. Your heart isn't in great shape, and the doctor told you to rest more. Leave the wedding prep to me, okay? You just focus on being the handsome groom."

She paused, her tone turning more serious. "If there's anything you're not happy with, tell me anytime. But please, never leave me. If I can't find you, it'd hurt worse than death."

Perhaps sensing something was off, Juliet insisted on canceling all her meetings just to stay with me.

At the restaurant, her attention never left me. The moment I lightly pressed my lips together, she was already lifting a glass of water to my mouth.

If I lingered on a dish on the menu for more than three seconds, she would have the waiter note it down.

"What a coincidence!"

A voice suddenly broke the calm. Luke walked over with an easy smile, a beautiful woman on his arm.

Juliet stiffened. The next second, she frowned. "Who's that?"

Her tone sounded almost like a woman jealous of her own man.

She seemed to realize her reaction was inappropriate, so she cleared her throat and forced a more composed expression. "Is she your girlfriend, Mr. Anderson?"

Hearing the faint edge in her voice, Luke smiled with obvious satisfaction. "Soon to be."

At that, Juliet's expression darkened instantly. Luke gave a polite farewell and walked toward an empty seat nearby. She looked increasingly unsettled, glancing at her phone several times.

"Honey, there's something urgent at the company I need to handle. Go ahead and eat. I need to step out to make a call. I'll be right back."

She got up and walked toward the restaurant exit. A moment later, Luke stood up as well and followed her out. I quietly opened the audio message he later sent me.

"You said you'd end things with me after the wedding," Luke muttered, breathing heavily, clearly dissatisfied.

Then came the sound of fabric tearing.

"Shut up. From now on, you're not going on any more blind dates."

"Okay, my lady. I'll forever be yours, you jealous little tease."

…

Two days before the wedding, Luke sent me another message.

"Juliet and I are only one spot away from hitting 100 hookup spots. Guess where the 100th spot she chose is? Your wedding venue."

A day before the wedding, I did three things.

First, I recorded a farewell blessing as per Juliet's family tradition. Second, I copied all of Luke's messages. Third, I packed everything into a gift box and placed it together with the wedding bouquet.

When I landed in the foreign country, my phone was flooded with hundreds of messages and missed calls. Some were from Juliet, the rest from unknown numbers.

Without a second thought, I removed the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it into a trash can.

"Goodbye, Juliet. May we never meet again."