He Set Me Up at the Wedding, I Took Him Down Chapter 16

He Set Me Up at the Wedding, I Took Him Down Chapter 16

Chapter4 

I became the joke of the entire city. 

They said my bride had run away from the biggest wedding of 

the year. 

Left two men fighting over her–both terrible. 

They said I deserved it for hurting her. 

I didn’t care. I just needed to see her again. 

I searched the entire capital. She was gone. 

I finally understood how she’d felt when I disappeared- hopeless, broken. 

She’d erased herself completely. 

No one knew where she was. 

When I hired people to find her, they said. “Mr. Reed, please don’t make us do this.” 

Of course. She’d planned her escape from the second she heard my words. 

She’d never let me find her. 

It was all my fault. 

Real departure isn’t a screaming fight. It’s silence. 

Chloe Carter was truly letting me go. 

By the time I realized it, a bitter ache was gnawing at me from 

the inside out, threatening to consume me entirely. 

I went back to our wedding house. 

Every trace of her was gone. 

She did it on purpose. 

Deliberately leaving me nothing to hold onto. 

Cutting herself out of my life abruptly, cruelly, completely. 

She was so ruthless. 

I tore through every room. 

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

All the gifts I’d given her–smashed to pieces. 

That was how she chose to draw the line. To tell me she was disgusted by everything I’d ever given her. 

And there was the wedding dress we’d had custom–made in Italy. 

A long, deep slash ran down it, from the waist all the way to the hem. 

I remembered half a year ago, when we’d ordered it. She’d been overjoyed, practically bouncing with excitement, saying she’d waited forever for that designer. 

Said she wanted to be my most beautiful bride on our wedding day. 

Back then, her eyes had shone like stars. 

But I’d been too caught up in my stupid pride. 

In my petty resentment and need to get even. 

I hurt the person I loved. I trampled on her heart. 

Deep down, I’d always known Chloe’s feelings for me were real. Fierce. Sincere. She’d wanted a future with me. 

We’d held each other through countless nights, whispering the sweetest promises, swearing we’d be together forever. 

But I lost her. 

My ridiculous ego, twisted with jealousy just because she’d once cared for someone else, had driven me mad. 

I’d forgotten all the beautiful memories we shared. 

Her wedding planning diaries were proof of how much she’d 

loved me. Now they felt like knives stabbing into my chest. 

Tears streamed down my face as I flipped through them. 

I clutched the damaged wedding dress tightly to my chest. In 

the empty house, only my tears fell soundlessly. 

I wanted to spend the rest of my life making it up to her. But she would never see me again.