Seven Failed Weddings, and He Still Let Her Ruin My Marriage Shoes Chapter 03

Seven Failed Weddings, and He Still Let Her Ruin My Marriage Shoes Chapter 03

Nolan froze, then let out a cold laugh.

“The whole town still talks about the stunt you pulled for me that winter. Who do you think would dare marry you?”

My fingertips trembled.

I remembered that winter, when he had gone skiing and gotten caught in an avalanche.

Several people had been with him. Three died on the spot, and Nolan went missing.

Terrified something had happened to him, I brought people from Bennett Hollow with me to search.

By the end, my hands were scraped bloody from digging through the snow, but all I found was a body dressed exactly like him.

I had collapsed into the snow, cradling the corpse and screaming his name like a lunatic.

“Elara!”

Only when he was helped out by someone, calling my name, did I realize the dead man was not him.

Afterward, the whole thing became a joke to everyone.

Everyone said I was so hopelessly whipped that not even death could tear me away from him.

A suffocating weight pressed down on my chest as the bitter truth finally hit me:

It was my love, too complete and too unguarded, that had given him the confidence to hurt me again and again.

When Nolan saw me fall silent, the mockery on his face deepened.

“You’re not some little girl like Tessa. Playing hard to get at your age just makes you look ridiculous.”

“You know damn well no one would marry you. How did you even keep a straight face when you lied to me?”

“I’m taking Tessa home. Don’t wait up.”

He took Tessa’s hand and walked away.

When he reached the door, he glanced back and said lightly, “My mom is coming tomorrow to talk to you. Clean up the house.”

“Don’t give her another reason to criticize you.”

Tessa was the one who had thrown snack wrappers all over the floor, yet he wanted me to clean it up.

I watched him in silence.

After he left, I gathered my important documents and walked out of the townhouse we had planned to share.

I didn’t expect him to corner me at Grandpa Bennett’s farmhouse the next afternoon.

He looked displeased, and his tone carried blame.

“My mom went to the townhouse to talk to you about the wedding. What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t even clean the place. Now she’s even more unhappy with you.”

I glanced at him calmly.

“This is my home. I can come back whenever I want.”

“As for your mother, she can think whatever she wants of me.”

Nolan reached to grab my wrist but stopped himself.

“Are you still throwing a tantrum?”

He ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly exasperated.

“I went through hell convincing my mother to agree to another wedding in six months, and now you’re pulling this? Do you ever stop to think about how this affects me?”

I met his eyes without flinching.

“I’m not making trouble.”

“And I’m not marrying you.”

Nolan’s pupils tightened sharply.

Just then, several relatives walked past us carrying traditional red bridal boxes. A trace of mockery surfaced in his eyes.

“Still being stubborn, huh? You keep saying you want to break up and won’t marry me, but behind my back you’re pulling this little stunt to force my hand.”

“What are you talking about?” I truly did not understand why he would think that.

His lips curled.

“You didn’t bother tearing down the old decorations; you actually had them replaced with bigger ones.”

“ You even ordered a brand-new wedding dress because the old one faded from all your waiting. Cut the act, Elara. You’re trying to force my hand.”

I took a deep breath.

“I am getting married in two days, but the groom isn’t…”

His phone rang suddenly.

He answered, and within two seconds his voice turned panicked.

“Don’t be scared. I’m coming to you right now.”

After hanging up, he said tensely, “Something happened to Tessa. She ran into the backwoods by herself.”

“She can’t find her way out. I have to go get her.”

Then he glanced at the relatives moving the bridal boxes and scoffed.

“Tell them to stop. I’m not coming to marry you in two days. Don’t embarrass yourself all over again.”

With that, he left in a hurry.

I watched his back disappear.

The words it isn’t you were stuck in my throat, and in the end, I never said them.

When I turned around, Aunt Lorraine was walking toward me, her face bright with excitement.

“Elara, that man actually followed our tradition. He made you ten pairs of bridal boots.”