I Called Off the Wedding the Night Before Chapter 1

The wedding prep was going perfectly. That was until my fiancée, Sarah, brought her childhood guy friend, Oliver, into our brand new home.

What pushed me entirely over the edge was finding out Oliver spent the night in our custom ordered master bed.

The next morning, Oliver posted a short video that instantly blew up online. The caption was completely sickening.

In the video, he smirked at the camera. "Huge thanks to Sarah for setting this up. This hundred thousand dollar mattress is insane. Especially the vibration feature. George really has a killer eye for this stuff. smirk emoji"

Sarah's comment under his post was basically pouring gasoline on a fire. "If you like it so much, I will make him buy you one too."

Seeing that, I was shaking with pure rage. I called a junk removal company overnight and had that expensive mattress dragged straight to the city dump.

When Sarah found out, she called me immediately. Zero apologies. Instead, she screamed at me. "Are you out of your mind? If you did not want the bed, you should have just given it to Oliver! Throwing it away is such a waste!"

I did not say a single word. I just quietly deleted every single wedding post from my social media.

If she could not even maintain the most basic boundaries, this wedding was off.

But not long after, Sarah was on her knees in front of me, crying her eyes out and begging me to take her back. She swore she could not live without me.

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"George, what the hell is your problem?! Why did you delete all the wedding announcements?"

When Sarah finally tracked me down, I was busy directing a crew inside our newly renovated penthouse.

She came in hot, opening her mouth just to scold me.

"Do you have any idea how many people are messaging me right now? Are you intentionally trying to humiliate me?!"

I refused to even look at her. I just motioned to the movers handling the bed frame. "Guys, pick up the pace. Do not worry about scratching the walls. Just get it all out of here."

The movers gave a quick nod and kept working.

Sarah glanced at the busy clean up crew. The realization finally hit her. Every single piece of furniture they were hauling out was something I had spent months tracking down, specifically catered to her tastes.

A flicker of genuine panic crossed her face, but she quickly forced it down.

"George, why are you having them move all this stuff?"

I finally turned around, locking eyes with her. My voice was dead.

"I am canceling the wedding. Is that not obvious enough for you?"

Her eyes widened. She finally realized I was completely serious. When she spoke again, her tone was significantly softer.

"I know you are mad. But I can explain this. Absolutely nothing happened between Oliver and me! He was literally just testing the mattress for us!"

Thinking about that disgusting video still trending online, I let out a harsh, bitter laugh.

"Yeah, people who know the truth think he was just sleeping on the bed. Everyone else on the internet thinks he was sleeping with you!"

"The entire comment section is mocking me for being so generous. They are saying if I let another guy test out my wedding bed, I probably let him test out the bride too!"

Sarah stayed silent for a long moment. When she finally answered, it was just a lazy excuse.

"Oliver did not do it on purpose. Stop caring so much about what random people online think. The internet will forget about it by tomorrow. If it really bothers you that much, I will just tell him to delete the video. Okay?"

Watching her act like she was making some massive sacrifice, I scoffed out loud.

"You think deleting a video fixes this? Sarah, listen to me. This is not over."

Her temper flared right back up.

"George, are you ever going to drop this? Nothing I do is good enough for you! We are supposed to get married in a few weeks. Can you stop throwing a tantrum over nothing?"

I twitched a tight smile, pointing at my own chest. "I am throwing a tantrum?"

She crossed her arms. "Obviously! How many times do I have to say it? Oliver and I are completely platonic! If I was actually into him, do you honestly think I would be marrying you?"

A sharp pain twisted in my chest. My eyes burned.

"Is that right? So according to your logic, I should be thanking him?!"

"Do you think I am an idiot? If you two really did nothing wrong, then why was the entire set of bedsheets completely replaced this morning?!"

Suddenly, the electronic lock on the front door beeped.

Oliver rushed into the living room and immediately dropped to his knees on the hardwood floor.

"George! I am so sorry! This was all my fault! Please do not be mad at Sarah!"

Before I could say a word, he raised his hand and started violently slapping his own face.

Sarah looked completely heartbroken.

"George, that is enough! Oliver grew up incredibly poor. He got overly excited experiencing a luxury bed for the first time and made a stupid video. You cannot blame him just because it went viral!"

"We are getting married soon. Can you just be the bigger person? It is just a dumb internet trend. Why are you being so petty?"