I Called Off the Wedding the Night Before Chapter 2

It was always like this.

No matter how inappropriate or shameless Oliver acted, in her eyes, it was never a big deal.

She unconditionally took his side, completely blind to the pain she was causing me.

If that was how she felt, why did she even agree to be my girlfriend? Why did she agree to marry me?

My chest felt completely hollow.

"Sarah, what the hell am I to you? You even gave Oliver the passcode to our private home. Are you seriously trying to follow the internet comments and make me give up my spot for him?"

She rolled her eyes, looking totally annoyed.

"If you were not the heir to the Kensington empire, no one would even care about our wedding. This whole thing only went viral because of your status! You brought this on yourself!"

"So what you are saying is, because my family has money, I deserve to be publicly humiliated? Sarah, when did you turn into this person?"

Looking at the woman standing in front of me, she felt like a total stranger. I closed my eyes, fighting back the dampness gathering in my lashes.

Noticing the shift in my mood, Sarah bit her lip and reached out to grab my sleeve.

"George, I came here to explain things and figure this out. I do not want to fight with you. Let us just calm down."

I coldly yanked my arm away.

Tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

"You always do this! You get mad and refuse to listen to a single word I say! I came here to fix the internet drama, and you just yell at me and threaten to break up! How am I supposed to not get defensive?"

"What exactly do you want me to do to make this go away? Just give me a straight answer!"

I knew at least half her tears were completely fake.

But after three years together, seeing her cry was still my ultimate weakness.

The veins in my forehead throbbed. Finally, I let out a heavy sigh, giving in one last time.

"Fine. Tell Oliver to delete the video and post a public apology. Then we drop it."

I locked my eyes entirely onto hers.

"I am willing to let this slide because of everything we have been through. But Oliver has to leave New York. I will personally find him a job in another state, but you two are cutting all contact."

Sarah was nodding along at first, but the second half of my demand made her freeze.

"He just moved to the city. If you force him to leave, what if something bad happens to him out there?"

I let out a cold scoff and turned toward the door.

"Then we have nothing left to talk about. If you cannot do it, we are done."

Sarah panicked and rushed to block my path. She struggled internally for a few seconds before biting her lip and lowering her head.

"Okay! We will do it your way. I will keep my distance from him. We can move forward with the wedding."

After that, she dragged a very pathetic looking Oliver out of the apartment, claiming she needed to find him a cheap hotel before having him post the apology.

I let them go.

Thinking the nightmare was finally over, I pulled out my phone, ready to draft a new wedding announcement to do some damage control.

I was halfway through typing when a text popped up from one of my buddies.

"Bro, your girl and her friend got entirely wasted at my club. They are practically glued together on the couch. You better come pick her up before this gets worse."

"...Alright, I am on my way."

I forced the words through gritted teeth, swallowing down a tidal wave of fury as I hung up the phone.

I drove like an absolute maniac. By the time I kicked open the doors to the VIP lounge, Oliver and Sarah had basically stripped off half their clothes and were aggressively making out on the leather sofa.

My vision went completely red. I grabbed an ice bucket from the bar, marched over, and violently hurled the freezing water and cubes directly onto them.

"You shameless animals! Keep kissing, I dare you!"