He Set Me Up at the Wedding, I Took Him Down Chapter 15

He Set Me Up at the Wedding, I Took Him Down Chapter 15

Chapter3 

I fought Kian Voss. 

“You bastard!” He punched me in the face. 

I hit him back, wild with rage. “You’re no better!” 

Kian sneered. “Right. I’m a bad guy. I wanted her, and I wasted 

ten years of her love. I regret it. So what?” 

“Jaxon, you know how much I envied you? I never had her. I hurt her. I thought you were different. But you’re just a selfish jerk.” 

“She was with you three years–not three days. How could you do this to her?” 

I collapsed to the ground. I couldn’t imagine how she’d felt hearing me say those cruel words. 

She must have given up completely to leave without a word. 

A real goodbye isn’t loud. It’s silent. 

Chloe was truly gone. 

Realizing that, I felt like I was rotting from the inside out. 

I went back to our apartment. 

Every trace of her was gone. 

She’d done it on purpose. 

Left me with nothing to remember her by. 

Cutting me out of her life completely, brutally. 

She was so cruel. 

I tore through every room. 

Finally, in the study, I found what she’d left behind. 

Every gift I’d ever given her–smashed to pieces. 

She’d destroyed them to show me how much she hated what I’d given her. 

And the wedding dress we’d ordered in Italy. 

A long, ragged tear down the skirt. 

I remembered how happy she’d been when we ordered it six months earlier, how she’d lit up when she met the designer. 

She’d said she’d be my most beautiful bride on our wedding 

day. 

Her eyes had sparkled. 

But I’d let my pride, 

my bitterness, my need for revenge, 

destroy the woman I loved. Destroy her heart. 

I’d known all along Chloe’s love was real, passionate, 

committed to a future with me. 

We’d stayed up nights together, whispering promises of 

forever. 

But I lost her. 

My stupid pride–just because she’d loved someone else once 

-made me crazy with jealousy. 

I forgot all the beautiful moments we shared. 

The diary pages were proof she’d loved me. Now they felt like knives stabbing my heart. 

I cried as I read them. 

I held the torn dress to my chest. In the empty apartment, only my silent tears fell. 

I wanted to spend the rest of my life making it up to her. But 

she’d never see me again.