Good bye, My Fiancee, You Hurt me! novel
There was silence at first, then his voiceconfused, even alarmed. Shania? What are you talking about? Isnt today your wedding party with Marco? Im sorry for not coming because I was busy but what happened? Why are you suddenly saying this?
My chest rose and fell as I struggled to keep steady. Because for the second time, he postponed our wedding ceremony for Camille. So Im done.
I heaved. Hes never gonna choose me again, so please, see me by next week, uncle. Ill do everything you want me to do if you pick me up from this misery.
Before he could respond, I ended the call. The weight of those words clung to me like lead, but there was also a strange kind of release, like finally cutting free from chains I had worn for too long.
I lowered the phone slowly, my hand trembling as I clutched the lace of my gown. Around me, the garden lights still twinkled, strung across branches like stars. The roses and lilies we had chosen together lined the aisle, their fragrance heavy in the night air. Tables were filled with food that no one touched, champagne glasses half-empty.
And yet there was no groom.
My wedding had become nothing but a spectacle of pity.
One by one, the guests approached me with hushed voices, their eyes heavy with sympathy.
Im so sorry, Shania.
You dont deserve this.
Hell come around, dont worry.
Each word was like salt in an open wound. I stood there in my gownthe gown I had dreamed of since I was a girlits white silk trailing across the grass, now stained by tears I tried to hide.
Marco didnt come.
When I finally called him, desperate for an explanation, his voice was maddeningly calm, as though he had no idea what I was standing in the middle of.
Babe, Im sorry, he said. Camilles burning with fever. I couldnt just leave her. We can just do this again, okay? Next week. Or maybe skip the ceremony and just registerits the same thing anyway.
Camille.
The name was enough to make my chest ache with bitterness. I closed my eyes, my hands tightening around the phone until my knuckles turned white. For twenty years, Marco and I had been the perfect childhood couple. Everyone knew it. Everyone expected us to marry once we turned twenty-five. It was supposed to be fate, our destiny.
And it almost happened.
A year ago, the wedding was already planned. I had my gown, my vows, my entire life laid out in front of me. But then Marco went on that cursed cruise. The accident left him broken, missing for months. When he finally came back, he wasnt alone.
He came back with Camillethe woman who had saved him, cared for him while he recovered. And because of that, his family insisted she stay, that the debt must be repaid.
Marco promised her happiness.
At first, I agreed. I felt indebted too. Without Camille, Marco might not even be alive. I told myself it was fine, that she would stay with us for a while, then leave once things settled. But things never settled.
Because Marcos goal shifted. It was no longer about us, about our future. It was about her. Camille.
When our wedding was postponed the first time, I forgave him. I told myself love was patient. That I could understand. But now? Now it had been ninety-nine times. Ninety-nine excuses. Ninety-nine moments where he chose her over me.
And I realizedI wasnt his priority anymore.
I wasnt his choice.
The place owners voice broke my spiraling thoughts. Miss Shania what about the food? Everythings been prepared for the guests.
A bitter laugh escaped me. Donate it, I said coldly, my voice sharper than I intended. Give it to anyone who needs it. I dont care.
I grabbed my bag, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I walked out of the place without looking back.
The car ride home was quiet, but my chest wasnt. It burned with every memory, every broken promise. The house loomed in the distancethe one Marco had given me as our supposed future home. A symbol of love, of promises of forever. But to me, it was nothing but an empty shell.
Inside, I moved quickly, almost frantically. My room became chaotic as I pulled open drawers, gathered everything Marco and his family had given me. Diamonds, gold, letters, keepsakesall the tokens of a love that had rotted from the inside. I stuffed them into a box, my hands trembling but determined.
The door creaked.
I turned sharply. Marco was there, climbing the stairs, his expression caught somewhere between guilt and relief, as if his absence at our wedding was nothing more than a minor mistake.
Babe His voice softened as he stepped closer, arms opening like he could erase everything with one embrace. He pulled me into him before I could step back, his breath warm against my ear. Im sorryfor not coming, for letting you stand there alone. I regret it, I really do. But Camille was sick, and I couldnt just leave her. You understand, right?
I pushed against his chest, my gown rustling as I tore myself from his hold. My eyes burned with fury, my voice trembling as it rose.
Thats your excuse? Marco, this wasnt some dinner date you postponed. It was our wedding. Our wedding!
Marcos jaw tightened, but he still tried to reach for me again, his voice low, coaxing, as though logic could make up for betrayal.
Babe, listen to me. A ceremony is just for showits not what really matters. Whats important is that we love each other, that were already committed. We can register anytime, tomorrow even. The guests will forget, the families will understand but Camille needed me
My fury boiled over. I grabbed the ring he had given me, the diamonds that once sparkled with promise, and threw it at him. The sound of metal hitting the marble floor echoed like thunder.
And then I shoved the box into his chest. Take it. Take everything back.
He froze, stunned. Shania, what are you
There is no wedding! My voice cracked, raw from the weight of my broken heart. Because Im breaking off the engagement!
There is no wedding! My voice cracked, raw from the weight of my broken heart. Because Im breaking off the engagement!
For a moment, silence swallowed the room. Marco blinked at me, stunned, as if my words had come from a stranger. His lips parted, then curved into something that wasnt remorse but disbelief.
Youre being dramatic again. He actually laughedlaughedlike my pain was nothing more than another one of my moods. Come on, Shania. You cant leave me like that. You love me too much.
His arrogance was a slap harder than any hand could deliver.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, my chest heaving. I can. And I will. Just wait and see.
I wanted him to fight me. To beg. To tell me I was wrong and pull me into his arms the way he always used to. But instead, Marco only shrugged, turning away like this was nothing more than an inconvenience.
Go to sleep. Well talk about it tomorrow.
Tomorrow. Always tomorrow.
Before I could scream at him, a soft voice floated from the hallway. Marco? Shania? Are you fighting because of me?
Camille. She stood at the threshold in her silk robe, her hair tousled as if she had just rolled out of our bed. Her face was pale, her hands clasped tightly together. She looked fragile, like porcelain about to crack.
Im sorry, she whispered. The wedding was postponedits my fault. I was sick, and I feel so bad. Please dont blame Marco. You can always do it again.
Something inside me snapped.
Dont be sorry, I spat, my voice trembling with rage. Be honest. You wanted this. You wanted him. And now you have him. So congratulations.
Shania! Marcos voice thundered. His eyes narrowed with fury. What is your attitude? Cant you see shes sick? Why are you picking a fight?
Camille shook her head quickly, stepping forward, her eyes glistening. Please dont think badly of me. I never wanted to come between you two. I just want to apologize.
Her hand reached for mine. Soft, hesitant. Pretending to be kind.
I slapped it away.
The crack echoed through the hall. Camille gasped, stumbling back, her eyes wide. Marco froze, his mouth open in shock.
Before either of them could speak, I spun around, stormed into my room, and locked the door behind me.
Shania! Marcos fists pounded against the wood. Open the door! Dont make me punish you. Do you hear me?
I pressed my back against the door, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Through the wood, Camilles voice drifted, trembling but cruel underneath. She deserves it, Marco. Dont let her treat me this way. Dont let her ruin you.
Her words cut me deeper than the slap I had given her.
Dont worry, Ill punish her tomorrow. For now, you should rest. And they were gone.
All I could do was cry. Back then, when I was angry with Marco, he would do anythinganythingto win me back. He once stood outside my dorm in the pouring rain with roses until I forgave him. When I ignored his calls after our first real fight, he wrote me letters every day, sliding them under my door until I laughed through my tears. He never let me cry alone.
But now? Now he let me cry on the other side of a locked door, while Camille whispered poison into his ear.
The tears wouldnt stop. My chest heaved as sobs shook me, but the sound of laughter outsidehers, hiswas worse.
And then the moaning started.
I pressed my hands to my ears, but it didnt matter. Their voices seeped through the cracks, sharp reminders that I was no longer chosen, no longer wanted. Eventually, exhaustion dragged me into restless sleep, my pillow wet with tears.
The next morning, sunlight pierced my swollen eyes as the door burst open. Marco stood there, towering over me, his expression thunderous.
Get up. His voice was sharp, unyielding. He yanked the blankets off me.
I blinked, disoriented. What
Did you reflect on what you did last night? His tone was ice. Apologize to her now.
I pushed myself up slowly, my voice raw. No. I wont. I did nothing wrong. Shes the one who ruined me ruined us.
Marcos glare darkened. Do you hear yourself? She saved me, Shania. Without her, I wouldnt even be alive. Cant you be grateful for once?
My lips trembled. I was grateful. But not anymore.
I tried to walk past him, but his grip clamped down on my wrist. And then the sting came.
His hand struck my cheek, the sound deafening in the silence.
Thats for slapping her. His words dripped with venom. Now get dressed. Were going out.
I gasped, clutching my face. Why would I go anywhere with you?
Because Camille wants to eat out. And she wants you to come. Shes trying to make this work. So be a good girl, Shania. If you want to marry me, youll have to live with her. Thats how it is. Fix your attitudeor there really wont be a wedding.
His words stole the breath from my lungs. My heart twisted, but I was dragged into the car minutes later.
Marco drove. Camille sat beside him in the passenger seat, their laughter filling the air like poison. And me? I sat in the back, invisible. Forgotten.
By the time we reached the restaurant, the sky had turned gray. Snowflakes drifted down, swirling in the bitter wind. The ground was slick, the air sharp.
We stepped into the parking lot, crossing toward the glowing lights of the restaurant. My heels clicked against the icy asphalt, my arms wrapped around myself for warmth.
Then it happened.
A truck barreled down the street, its horn blaring, tires skidding against the snow. The world blurred into chaosscreams, flashing lights, pounding footsteps.
I stood frozen at the crosswalk, the headlights blinding me. My body refused to move, my mind blank with terror.
Marco ran.
But not to me.
He lunged for Camille, pulling her into his arms, shielding her with his body as though she were the only one that mattered.
And me?
I was left standing alone.
The impact came like thunder. Pain exploded through every nerve, ripping the breath from my lungs. The world shattered into white snow, red lights, and screaming voices.
And thendarkness.
By some miracle, I was alive.
When my eyes first fluttered open, the sterile white of the hospital ceiling greeted me, and the steady beeping of machines tethered me to reality. Pain laced through every inch of my body, sharp yet numbed by medication.
I shouldnt have survived. The nurse said as much.
Its a miracle youre even here, she whispered, adjusting the IV. Youll have scars, and the impact was dangerous but youre fine enough to be discharged tomorrow.
I nodded faintly, unable to find words.
But inside, I was breaking.
Because as I lay there, the memory of another fall came rushing backyears ago, when I had slipped near the cliff on our trip. I could still remember the terror, the wind tearing through my screams. And MarcoMarco hadnt stopped until he found me. He climbed down himself, his hands bloodied, his arms shaking as he pulled me back up. He never once let go.
That was the Marco I loved.
But now? I had stood in the middle of that street, frozen and terrified. And he hadnt even looked at me. His arms, his protection, his loveall of it had gone to Camille.
I was disregarded.
Disposable.
That night, I stayed alone in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling as snow continued to fall outside the window. Marco never came. Not even once. My phone buzzed at midnight, and I snatched it up desperatelyonly to feel my heart sink.
Marco: Camille was in shock from almost being hit. She needs me tonight. Stay strong.
Stay strong. As if that was all my pain amounted to.
A second message arrived laterfrom Anastacia, his mother.
Anastacia: Shania, tomorrows my birthday. Come please. I miss you, my daughter.
For a moment, I wanted to refuse. To curl up and disappear. But Anastacia she was the one who had been there after my parents died. She handled my parents business until I could stand on my own. She was more of a mother to me than anyone else had ever been.
So the next day, against my better judgment, I went.
The party was grand, with warm lights glowing across Anastacias estate. Laughter spilled from the ballroom, crystal glasses chiming. But as I lingered at the edge of the hall, unseen, I heard the voices.
Marco, are you insane? Anastacias voice was sharp, cutting through the chatter. You let her be in an accident for that woman? Shania is your fiance. Shes the one meant to be with you!
Marcos reply was firm, defensive. But you know, MomCamille saved me. I owe her everything. Im just returning the favor.
My heart thudded painfully.
Anastacias voice trembled. And Shania? Has she not saved you too, countless times? I told you to take care of Camille, not replace Shania!
His answer sliced through me. Maybe its better to replace Shania. I think Camilles better.
The words gutted me. For a moment, I couldnt breathe. The world blurred as I backed away, my legs unsteady beneath me.
When I finally stepped inside, I felt like a ghost. Marco sat with Camille, their hands closed, their faces glowing with comfort, while I stood like a forgotten shadow. A wallflower at my own place in this family.
Anastacia found me later, her expression soft, guilt swimming in her eyes. Are you alright, my dear?
I forced a smile. Im okay. Happy birthday.
Her hand lingered on my arm. Come, sit with us at the table.
I shook my head, glancing at Camille draped beside Marco. Theres no need. Shes there. You dont have to make space for me.
Her eyes dimmed. Im sorry, Shania. Its our fault for letting that woman into your life.
I shook my head again, whispering, No worries. I understand.
And I turned away, heading toward the bar.
The burn of alcohol slid down my throat as I sipped glass after glass, desperate to drown the ache. The chatter of guests blurred, my vision hazed.
Then a hand slid against my backtoo low, too rough. I stiffened, turning sharply. A man leaned close, his breath laced with liquor.
Dont look so lonely, pretty, he murmured.
Stop it, I hissed, pushing him away.
But his hand gripped tighter, pressing against my waist. Panic surged, and I shouted, my voice ringing through the hall. Hes harassing me! Someonehelp!
Heads turned. Conversations hushed. All eyes landed on me.
The man smirked, loosening his grip just enough to play innocent. Harassing? No, no. Shes drunk. She came on to me. Tried to seduce me.
Laughter rippled. Gasps followed. Whispers darted through the crowd like knives.
And Marco? He stood on the other side of the room, watching me. Watching. And doing nothing.
Finally, he stepped forward, his eyes cold as he grabbed my arm. Is it true? His voice was sharp, humiliating. Were you seducing him?
No! My voice cracked with desperation. I swear, MarcoI wasnt
But the damage was done. People were staring, whispering, eyes filled with pity and disgust. My body trembled as shame swallowed me whole.
I tore myself free, running out of the hall as tears blinded me.
Shania! A voice called after menot Marcos. Anastacias. She caught up in the corridor, her heels clicking against the marble. Dont go, my dear. Please. Stay. You belong here.
I shook my head, sobbing. No. I cant. I cant be part of this family anymore. Im breaking the engagement.
Her face fell, sorrow deep in her eyes.
Please, I whispered, clutching her hands. If you truly care for me, dont ever tell your son that Im leaving. Dont let him find me. Promise me.
Her lips trembled, but she nodded, tears gathering in her eyes.
And just like that, I turned away, my heart shattering one last time.
For days, my life had become nothing but packing, sorting, and stripping away every trace of a love that had already died. I instructed my uncle to handle the legal side of selling my properties, and one by one, I began letting go of everything Marco ever gave mecars, jewels, even the wedding house that once symbolized our future.
Every gift that had once felt like devotion now felt like chains I wanted nothing more than to shatter.
Camilles belongings were gathered too. I couldnt stomach the thought of her clothes and trinkets lying around my home as if she belonged here.
Some were boxed and sent away. Others, I simply had thrown out. The house smelled of dust and detergent, but at least it was mine again, even if only for a short while longer.
I was wiping down the table in the living room when I heard voicesMarcos voice, low and careless, drifting from the back terrace where he thought I couldnt hear. I froze, the cloth in my hand damp and shaking.
Mom, I heard you, okay? His tone was sharp, irritated. It doesnt matter if she doesnt want to marry me. So what? I dont care. Shell surely beg for it soon, so let her be dramatic.
My chest tightened.
Who cares? Even if shes dead, I dont think Id care about her funeral. I regret promising her the wedding. I was wrong.
The words hit me like blades. My knees almost buckled beneath me, but I gripped the table for balance. Thatthose wordsthat was my last straw. After everything, after twenty years of loyalty, love, sacrifice to him, my life, my death, my very existence was meaningless.
I dropped the rag on the table and walked straight to the door. I didnt even care if he saw me anymore.
But I didnt make it outside before Camilles voice screeched behind me. Whats going on here?! Why are my things outside? Why are you throwing everything away?
I turned slowly, my voice calm though my heart raged. This is my house. Ill do as I please.
Her eyes widened, then welled up instantly with tearspracticed tears, I thought bitterly. She looked like a child running to her protector when Marco appeared.
Whats happening here? he demanded.
Camille burst into sobs, clutching his arm. Shes throwing me out!
Shanias face darkened. Marco, you gave me this house. That makes it mine, and I have every right to do whatever I want with it. If I say Camille has to leave, then she leaves.
Marcos jaw tightened, his eyes blazing. You think you can just use that against me? Dont forget who put you here in the first place. I gave you this house, Shanianot so you could throw your tantrums and drive out whoever I let in.
I straightened, unflinching. This isnt a tantrum. This is me taking back whats mine. If you want her here so badly, then fineyou can both leave. I dont want either of you under my roof.
Marcos expression darkened further, his voice a low growl. Are you acting this way because you think my mother will back you up? You think her favor gives you power? He let out a bitter laugh and shook his head. Pathetic. Fine. Camilles leaving anyway. I already bought her a bigger house.
My eyes flicked to Camille. Her tears evaporated instantly, replaced by a sly, triumphant smile. You did? she asked sweetly, feigning surprise.
Yes, Marco said with finality.
Camilles mask slipped into a polite smile, and she turned to me. Im sorry for overstaying here, she said, her voice dripping with false sincerity. She even stepped forward and hugged me, as if I would believe her act of gratitude.
But her whisper burned against my ear: Im leaving with him. I wont ever let him come back to you again.
I closed my eyes briefly, then pulled back, my face unreadable. Do as you want, I said coldly. Then I looked directly at Marco. Go ahead. Get married. Im settling with another man anyway.
His laughter exploded in the room. You? Dont joke with me, Shania. What man would want you after knowing youve been with me for twenty years? You think anyone would accept a woman like that?
I met his mockery with silence, though my heart thundered with pain and fury. He would never know. He would never understand the worth of the woman who had given him her youth, her loyalty, her everything.
Marco smirked as though hed won. Anyway, Ill be back once I let Camille settle in. Well talk then especially that tomorrow is our scheduled wedding in the registry so you would shut your mouth already about us not getting married.
Before I could even respond, Camille suddenly covered her mouth dramatically. Marco, I feel sickI think Im going to vomit.
His entire attention snapped back to her, panic flashing in his eyes. At that moment, I disappeared to him completely, just as I always did when she was near.
I turned, opened the door, and stepped outside. The air was cool, the sky already dimming into the evening. My heart was heavier than ever, but inside me, a strange clarity formed.
Enough.
Theres no wedding.
Tomorrow, I will leave. Tomorrow, I will end this cycle of humiliation and betrayal once and for all.
I packed through the night, every piece of clothing folded with numb fingers, every drawer emptied with a quiet, deliberate finality. No more wedding dresses, no more photo albums of false promises. Each item tossed into a box felt like shedding another chain.
When I finally sat down, the silence of the house pressed against me. My phone buzzed on the table. Marco.
What do you want?
Im coming home tonight. Ill make it up to you and the promised wedding. Tell me, Shaniawhat do you want?
My lips curved into a humorless smile. What I wanted? He couldnt give me what I wanted anymorerespect, loyalty, truth. He never could. But he would understand this one last request.
I typed slowly, each word steady, final.
Bring me a blueberry cheesecake.
Not long after, another message came in. Not Marco this timeAnastacia. His mother.
I managed to convince him to actually go through with the wedding tomorrow. Maybe that would make you stay. If not then at least let me help you leave. For all the things my son has done, let me be the one to make it right.
I stared at the message until my vision blurred. My chest tightened, not with love, but with the cruel ache of wasted years. Anastacia was trying to clean up the wreckage Marco left behind, but it was too late.
The cake, the wedding, his sudden desperationit was all nothing but ashes.
Tomorrow, I will walk away. Not just from Marco, not just from Camille, not just from this house that had been both a palace and a prison. But from the girl who once believed in promises that turned to poison.
Tomorrow, I will leave everything.
I typed back with trembling fingers.
Nothing could change my mind anymore. Im sorry, but thank you
For a long time after pressing send, I just sat there, staring at the screen, waiting for the impossible. Waiting for him to walk through the door, waiting for footsteps that never came.
The hours dragged. Midnight came and went. Still, no Marco.
My phone lit up at dawn. A message from him.
Camille needed me. She fractured her legs while cleaning and moving things. Dont worry, tomorrow well see each other at the civil registry for the wedding. Ill make it up to you on the honeymoon.
I didnt even realize I was laughing until I felt the burn of tears on my cheeks. Camille was always the reason. Always her pain, her needs, her place beside himwhile I was left with promises as brittle as glass.
That afternoon, the butler arrived at my door, holding a white box. He placed it gently on the table and bowed. From Sir Marco, Madam.
My heart stuttered. For one foolish second, I thought maybejust maybehe remembered. That he had listened. That he had brought my real favorite because he remembered us. Because he remembered me.
I opened the box. The scent hit me instantly. Blueberry.
I froze. My throat tightened as the truth sank in. He hadnt remembered me at all. I had always been allergic to blueberries. It was Camille who loved blueberries. Camille who devoured it every chance she got.
I just told him in case hoping. But I stood there, staring at it, the final nail in the coffin of our years together. That was the last straw. Whatever hope still lingered inside me shattered clean through.
My phone buzzed again. This time, it wasnt Marco.
Shania, my uncles deep, steady voice came through. Everything is ready. Ill be waiting at the airport. Dont be late.
I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly as if to anchor myself. My hands trembled, but not from fearfrom resolve. The chains Marco bound me with had finally snapped.
Alright, I whispered into the phone, my gaze fixed on the untouched cake. Ill be there.
The next morning, as I prepared to leave, I heard voices in the hall. The butler againthis time whispering hurriedly into his phone.
Yes, Sir Marco is planning to propose to Miss Camille later this evening. Everything is ready. And make sure that Miss Shania would never know about this. After all, their wedding at the civil registry is gonna be fake.
My breath hitched, then escaped in a sharp laugh. A bitter, broken sound that echoed off the walls.
So this was itevery promise, every vow, every touch, all lies. The civil wedding, the future he painted, nothing but a performance while he gave his heart to someone else.
A hollow ache spread in my chest. Foolthats what Id been. Twenty years wasted on love that never existed. I should have left long before Camille, before betrayal carved me hollow.
But now I wasnt broken. I was free. Once everything turns to ashes, theres nothing left to fear.
I walked out of that housemy prison, my battlefield, my graveyardand didnt look back.
At the gates, a voice called out. One of Marcos old friends, the kind who had always hovered at family dinners and parties, suddenly appeared, rushing toward me.
Where are you going, Shania? Wait, are you leaving? I thought today would be your special day with Marco. That is why he asked me to come He looked stunned, as though he couldnt quite believe I was truly leaving.
Actually, its his special day with Camille as I am marrying someone else.
His eyes widened. Youre really marrying someone else? Does Marco know? Wait, what is happening?
At the mention of Marco, my smile faded. The ache in my chest threatened to crush me, but I shook my head. No. He wont know. I glanced at the time. Its late. I have to leave now. Tell Marco my greetings.
I slid into the car, closed the door, and as it pulled away, the manor shrank behind me.
Just as we reached the gates, another car passed ours. For the briefest moment, I saw Marcos silhouette behind the wheel. He was gripping something small in his handsomething that gleamed faintly in the morning light. A ring box. It seems a proposal for Camille as I would be left alone for the third time. But I refused.
I turned my head away, pressing my palm to my stomach as if to hold myself together.
He and Camille would never be separated again as I finally have my freedom.
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