Two Weddings, One Wedlock Chapter 01

Two Weddings, One Wedlock Chapter 01 Left on the Highway
Six months after we got married, Oliver Butler finally agreed to go on our honeymoon with me.
But halfway there, he got a call about an emergency at work. Without saying a word, he left me stranded at a highway rest stop and drove off.
That same night, I saw a wedding video on Instagram posted by his first love, Sofia Powell.
In a romantic field of roses, Oliver draped a veil over her head. They held each other closely as everyone around cheered and wished them well.
Her caption read: “From high school sweethearts to forever. I finally got you. So glad I never gave up.”
Everyone was watching me, his legal wife, to see how I would react.
I liked the post and left a comment: “Wow, congrats. Want me to give you the honeymoon suite, too? You’re gonna need it.”
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Oliver and I had been legally married for six months, but the wedding I’d been dreaming of kept getting delayed.
Every time I brought it up, he always frowned and said:
“Not now. I really don’t have the headspace for this. Work is insane.”
It was only when I asked for a honeymoon as my birthday wish that he finally caved.
We’d barely been driving ten minutes when his phone rang. He said something serious had come up at the office.
He’d built his company from nothing, so I tried to be understanding. I even offered to go back and help.
But Oliver just stayed silent, his face cold.
When I came out of the restroom at the rest stop, he was gone.
Staring at the empty parking space, I stood there in shock, unsure what to do.
I called him over and over, but he didn’t answer.
Then I accidentally opened IG and saw Sofia’s new video.
Beneath a romantic sea of roses, Oliver walked toward Sofia confidently in his black suit, his eyes soft with tenderness. Gently, he draped the veil over her head. Blushing with shy joy, she threw herself into his arms, and they held each other close as the crowd erupted in cheers and blessings.
The caption was cheeky:
“From high school sweethearts to forever. I finally got you. So glad I never gave up.”
The clip was less than thirty seconds, but with shaking hands, I replayed it over and over—I must be a glutton for punishment.
A flower field, a lawn, our family and friends…
That was the wedding I’d imagined!
I’d talked with Oliver countless times about the ceremony details. This was the one I’d spent nights planning. I even put together a whole wedding binder for him.
Back then, he hadn’t cared at all. But now, he’d given everything I’d planned and dreamed of to Sofia—grand, beautiful, and public.
My heart felt like it was being crushed.
Unsurprisingly, we got into a huge fight. He refused to answer my calls, so I repeatedly texted him.
Finally, he replied impatiently:
“Sofia has been struggling with depression. I’m just making one small wish come true to help her heal. Besides, it’s just a ceremony. Why are you being so dramatic?”
After that, he blocked me.
I was stuck alone at the rest stop, my phone dying, with no luggage, no ID, and no way to book a hotel.
Oliver had driven off with all of them.
I ended up shivering through the night with a cold.
I kept calling him, but he vanished into thin air.
Finally, a kind woman working at the convenience store took pity on me and gave me a blanket. I wrapped it around myself and stayed up all night, watching the sky turn dark, then slowly light up.
The next morning, after my phone charged, I saw Oliver had unblocked me at some point.
“I’m coming to pick you up.”
I got it. He was giving me an out.
In this marriage, Oliver held all the cards. He blocked me whenever he felt like it. Then, when he’s in a better mood, he throws me a crumb.
He was sure I loved him so much that my world revolved around him, and I would always come running back and forgive him without a second thought.
And honestly? All these years, that’s exactly what I’ve done—loving him desperately, pathetically, like I was lucky to have him.
Back in the day, a text like that — him finally backing down — would’ve made me over the moon. But after that long, cold night alone, I’d finally woken up.
I replied calmly, “Don’t bother.”
Unusually, he texted back immediately, “I’m already on my way. Be there in 30. Wait for me.”
I waited at the rest stop for a full hour.
Oliver never showed up.