Took Me Two Deaths to His Undying Love

I shoved him away. Sting at him coldly, my gaze swept over to Emily, who had just stepped out of the private room behind him and I said, “Glen, there’s something I want to tell you.” I try so hard not to vomit when my I glare at him. “The wedding’s off.” 

“What?!”

Both Glen and Emily shouted in unison.

“What are you talking about? Why would you call off the wed—” He stopped mid-sentence and I swear I could see a light bulb flick on above his head. “Did someone threaten you?” he asked, wide-eyed, like he couldn’t even fathom the truth staring him in the face.

“Tell me who it was! I won’t let them get away with it. I’ll always have your back. You can always rely on me, remember?”

I almost laughed hearing those words come out of his mouth. Like hell I would. 

He was nothing but a small-town nobody who somehow managed to climb his way up. If it weren’t for me, he’d be completely irrelevant in this city. No name, no money, no future.

But me? I’m the daughter of the Snows—the richest family in the Asterfield. If my parents so much as stomped their feet, the entire city would tremble.

And yet, I, the precious daughter raised in the palm of their hands, was blinded back in college. I fell for that pretty face of his and the fake concern he wrapped me in. I’d gotten drunk on the way he made soup for me when I was sick, how he’d rub my stomach when I had cramps, whispering, “I’ll always be your strongest support, Lana.”

After graduation, I fought tooth and nail with my parents, insisting I would marry him. I even convinced them to give him access to our best resources—connections, contracts, you name it. In no time, I handed him the golden ticket to becoming one of the city's new elites.

Looking back now, it was all cracks and holes.

Every single thing Glen has today came from us, the Snow. Without us, he’s nothing. What does he have to back me up with? His six-pack abs?

I scoffed and threw my bridal bouquet to the ground.

“No one threatened me, Glen. I just change my mind. I don’t want to marry you.”

My gaze shifted to Emily, standing just behind him. “I’m not interested in secondhand trash. You can keep her,” I flicked my head toward that vixen.  

The moment those words came out of my mouth, I saw a flash of malice flicker in Glen’s eyes. But he quickly masked it with that fake, affectionate smile, like he was some romantic hero in a soap opera.

Even now, in this mess, he still tried to regain control. He reached out for my hand and said in that same patronizing, condescending tone, “Come on now, baby, don’t be mad. This is just a misunderstanding. Emily was just helping me look for a red rose I wanted to add to your bouquet. That’s all it was. A misunderstanding.”

He tried to pull me in, smiling like we were back in those early days, saying with that half-teasing, half-scolding tone, “Lana, seriously, this temper of yours… you really need to work on that. Who else but me could ever handle you?”

He reached up to brush my bangs aside, but I glared at him, stepping away with clear disgust.

“Don’t touch me! You make me sick, Glen Rivera!”

Finally, the mask slipped.

Glen’s face twisted. His voice dropped, sharp and cold. “It’s not a time for jokes, Lana. There’s a whole room full of guests behind this door—do you really think you can just cancel a wedding on a whim? Don’t forget, you were the one who begged to marry me in the first place!”

He took a breath, trying to rein it back in.

“Okay I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout a t you. I know you’re upset because Emily and I came out of the same room. It’s just a misunderstanding. I’ll explain everything on the way to the venue, okay?”