The Bride Isn’t Me, So I’m Calling Off the Wedding Chapter 08
“Sir?”
That distant “sir” left Jason Miller frozen in place.
Only after a long moment did he let out a self–mocking laugh. Then, his shoulders trembling, he
murmured in a hoarse voice so faint it was almost inaudible,
“Natalie Shaw, don’t do this.”
I had just been about to pull free of his grasp when a pair of sharply defined hands blocked Jason
Miller.
I turned my head and saw Peter Hayes.
He looked me up and down, and only after confirming that I was unharmed did he warn Jason
Miller,
“Please stay away from my fiancée.”
“Fiancée?”
Jason Miller exploded. His gaze locked onto the ring on my finger.
I shifted away from Jason Miller and rested a hand on Peter Hayes’s arm.
“That’s right. We’re getting married next week. Would you like to come?”
With that, I pulled an invitation from my bag and handed it to Jason Miller. He gripped it so tightly that the paper nearly crumpled.
I ignored him, shut the car door, and drove away.
Inside the car, Peter Hayes wore a dark expression, making it obvious that he was unhappy.
I found it amusing and gently squeezed his hand.
“Didn’t President Hayes say we shouldn’t waste our energy on people who have nothing to do with
us?”
Peter Hayes frowned at me and said in a wounded tone,
“I did. But he has something to do with you, and anyone connected to you can’t be called
irrelevant.”
A smile spread across my face. I deliberately leaned closer to him and asked,
“Then what should I do? Tell me, President Hayes, how can I make you stop being angry?”
Peter Hayes turned one cheek toward me and tapped it with his finger.
I laughed and gave him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.
Only then did his anger finally fade.
He held my hand and said seriously,
“We’re getting married next week. Have you made up your mind?”
I nodded, cupped his cheek, and kissed him again.
“I have. I’m certain that you’re someone I can trust, President Hayes.”
Peter Hayes’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he pulled me tightly into his arms.
Jason Miller must have told my parents that I was back. The moment I returned home, I saw my parents standing cautiously at the door with all sorts of things in their hands.
My mother’s hair had turned much whiter. She reached for my hand with trembling fingers, but I
stepped away.
I stood in the doorway and sighed.
“Mom, Dad, what do you want?”
My mother’s tears began to fall at once. Overcome with remorse, she slapped herself several times.
“It was all my fault. I kept ignoring you.”
“Mom will kneel to you. Please forgive me. I truly know I was wrong.”
I helped her up from the floor, tears brimming in my eyes, and said calmly,
“Mom, I think I’ve made myself clear. I’m tired. I don’t want anything to do with either of you anymore.”
“Your daughter died at that wedding a long time ago.
A week later, Peter Hayes and I entered the bonds of marriage.
The wedding was extraordinarily grand, and everything was arranged according to my tastes.
Knowing I wouldn’t invite my parents, Peter Hayes said nothing. Instead, in front of every guest, he took my hand and said solemnly,
“Everyone, Natalie Shaw is the person I love most in this life. I’m willing to give her everything
have.”
Tears spilled from my eyes as I looked into his.
Peter Hayes gave me everything I hadn’t received at my previous wedding.
Jason Miller also came to my wedding. He watched with his own eyes as I put on a wedding dress and married someone else, then left after setting down his gift.
Only later did I learn that on the night I got married, Jason Miller drank all night. He called out my name to everyone he saw and clutched my photograph in his hand the entire time.
Later, because he was in such poor condition, the board of directors dismissed him.
I was completely calm when Claire Shaw told me about it.
Jason Miller got exactly what he deserved.
As for me, I now have both love and a thriving career, and I’m heading toward a better life.
