The CEO Used AI To Reply While He Loved Her Chapter 06
There was a brief silence on the other end.
In Callan’s mind, I had loved him for five years. Given in to him for five years.
So even canceling the wedding had to be some kind of tantrum. A way to force him to compromise.
That was why he was angry.
Because he felt embarrassed. Played.
It had never once crossed his mind that I truly didn’t want him anymore.
I said calmly, “You don’t need to calm your families down.”
“I already prepared an explanation for everyone.”
His tone sharpened immediately.
“What does that mean?”
I didn’t answer. I simply hung up.
Then I opened Instagram and posted something I had already prepared in advance.
No dramatic caption.
No emotional rant.
Just three screenshots.
The first was the interface of the AI reply system on Callan’s computer.
The second was a screenshot of his messages with Brielle.
Brielle: [Will Evelyn get upset if you stay at the resort with me the night before the wedding?]
Callan: [She’ll get over it. The wedding’s too close. She’d never actually cancel it.]
The third screenshot was the hotel cancellation confirmation.
Timestamped five days earlier.
At the very bottom, I added only one sentence.
[The wedding has been canceled, and the reason isn’t me. Enjoy dinner, everyone. Please contact
the groom’s side regarding gifts and reimbursements.]
Less than a minute after posting it, my phone exploded again.
This time it wasn’t only the Mercers calling.
My own relatives started reaching out too.
My cousin Naomi texted first.
[Evelyn, are you okay? Where are you?]
Then Aunt Helena: [Honey, if we’d known this was happening, we would’ve supported you from the
start.]
A few mutual friends messaged too, shocked and awkward.
[Wait… he actually used AI to text you back?]
[What the hell is going on between him and Brielle?]
[The hotel is absolute chaos right now.]
I didn’t answer most of them.
I only replied to cousin Naomi: [I’m okay. Don’t worry.]
The next second, Callan called again.
His voice sounded like it was being forced through clenched teeth.
“Evelyn. Delete the post.”
“Why?”
“You seriously need to ask?”
He was trying hard to control his temper.
“You knew those screenshots would humiliate Brielle, so why would you post them?”
“She’s a girl, Evelyn. How is she supposed to face people after this?”
My fingers slowly tightened around the phone.
So he did understand humiliation.
He understood what it felt like for a woman to be publicly judged and whispered about.
But when he made me attend six bridal appointments alone, he never thought I might feel
humiliated.
When he went running with Brielle on our wedding day, he never thought I might feel humiliated.
When he sat me in front of a table full of food that could hospitalize me while his family planned the wedding menu around another woman, he never thought I might feel humiliated.
My embarrassment had never mattered to him.
Softly, I said, “Then she should probably stay hidden.”
“You’ve spent years protecting her. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.
His breathing turned heavy.
“Evelyn. Don’t regret this.”
I laughed quietly.
“Your AI already said that yesterday.”
“Still wasn’t very convincing.”
Then I hung up again.
This time, I didn’t give him the chance to harass me from another number.
I shut the phone off completely. And just like that, the world finally became quiet.
I changed clothes and went downstairs for breakfast.
The hotel restaurant served warm oatmeal, fresh pastries, and coffee.
No lobster bisque.
No shrimp.
For the first time in years, breakfast didn’t feel like a reminder that I came second.
With my phone turned off, the next three days passed peacefully.
Over those three quiet days, I rented an apartment, bought a new phone, and set up a local number.
And on the fourth night, I finally turned the old phone back on.
Exactly as expected, the screen instantly flooded with missed calls and unread messages.
