He Used AI to Text Me, While Chatting with Her All Night. Ok, I Canceled the Wedding Chapter 06

He Used AI to Text Me, While Chatting with Her All Night. Ok, I Canceled the Wedding Chapter 06

Silence on his end.

In his mind, I’d loved him for five years. Bent for five years.

Canceling was just a tactic to force his surrender.

His anger was about humiliation. Never about losing me.

“No need to smooth things over,” I said.

“Already drafted an explanation for you.”

Wariness crept into his voice.

“What explanation?”

I hung up.

Opened Messages. Posted the draft.

No essay. Three screenshots.

One: the AI program interface on his laptop.

Two: his chat with Celeste.

Celeste: Will Rosalind mind if you stay at the springs the night before the wedding?

Elias: She’ll sulk, but not for long. Wedding’s too close. She won’t dare cancel.

Three: the hotel cancellation confirmation. Dated five days prior.

Caption:

Wedding canceled. Fault not mine. Enjoy the meal. For refunds, contact the groom’s party.

Within a minute, the phone erupted again.

Not just the Whitmores. My relatives too.

Cousin Clara texted first.

Rosie, you okay? Where are you?

Aunt Diana: Honey, if we’d known, we’d have backed you canceling from the start.

Mutual friends, awkward:

Wait, Elias used an AI? That’s beyond messed up.

What’s with him and Celeste?

Hotel is pure chaos.

I replied in the family group:

I’m fine. Don’t worry.

Elias called immediately. Voice like gravel.

“Rosalind. Take it down.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” he hissed. “Those screenshots humiliate Celeste. Why drag her in?”

“She’s a girl. How will she face people?”

I listened. Fingers clenched.

So he knows humiliation.

Knows what it’s like to be publicly exposed.

He didn’t care when I tried on dresses alone six times.

Didn’t care when he jogged with Celeste on our wedding morning.

Didn’t care when his family planned our menu around her at a seafood-heavy table.

My dignity never registered.

I said softly,

“Then let her hide.”

“You’ve protected her for years. You’re good at it.”

His voice dropped, dangerous.

“Rosalind. Don’t you dare regret this.”

I smiled.

“Your AI said that yesterday.”

“Didn’t work.”

I hung up.

Blocked his number before he could call back.

Powered the phone off. Silence, at last.

Three days of quiet.

Found an apartment. Bought a new phone. New SIM.

On the fourth night, I turned on the old device.

Inbox overflowed.