My Fiancé Postponed Our Marriage License Seventeen Times For His Intern Chapter 02

My Fiancé Postponed Our Marriage License Seventeen Times For His Intern Chapter 02

That afternoon, I went into the firm and handed my resignation letter directly to HR.

She stared at me, equal parts disbelief and regret.

“You and Callen were the firm’s top duo. Your wedding six months ago—people are still talking about it. Even some of your clients showed up.”

She paused, studying my face.

“Everyone envied you. So why leave now?”

For a moment, I thought about that day.

Three hundred guests. A long aisle lined with flowers. Cameras flashing, laughter everywhere.

Callen had held my hand and told me he’d take care of me for the rest of my life.

It had been beautiful. It had felt real.

But no matter how perfect it looked back then, none of it had anything to do with the present anymore.

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By the time I got home, it was past ten.

The apartment was quiet, the kind of quiet that settles in when no one’s expected back.

My phone lit up.

Mireya had tagged me in a post.

[Thanks to my mentor for staying with me all afternoon. As a thank-you, I’m taking him to a concert tomorrow.]

I stared at it for a second, then locked my screen.

Callen had said he’d be home.

He wasn’t.

That wasn’t new. It had happened too many times in the past six months to count.

I ate dinner alone.

For the first time, I didn’t set aside a portion for him.

Instead, I opened my email.

Offers from law firms across a dozen countries sat neatly lined up in my inbox.

My cursor hovered for less than a second before clicking the one from Paris.

Offer accepted.

Then I booked a flight for two days later.