Canceled Honeymoon Chapter 03

Canceled Honeymoon Chapter 03

“Poppy’s drunk,” he said, frowning.

I don’t know why he bothered to explain.

After all, when he moved in with me and Poppy bought a unit right upstairs the next day, he didn’t explain.

She’d shown up at the door giggling and teasing Damian: “Sweetheart, I’ll always be on top of you.” Damian hadn’t said a word then.

He’d just said, “Claire, you know what we are to each other.”

Childhood friends. Family ties. The golden couple everyone expected to end up together.

Until Damian spent three years relentlessly pursuing me in college.

He believed that proved he and Poppy were just innocent friends.

I used to agonize over it, care too much, and fight about it constantly.

But now, whatever they did was none of my business.

I looked away and said flatly, “Yeah, of course.”

I started to wheel my suitcase past him.

It was exactly the response he’d claimed to want, but Damian didn’t like it.

He grabbed my wrist. His voice had a mocking edge.

“What did you say?”

“I said.” I let out a breath and looked at him calmly. “We’re done. I’m breaking up with you.”

The air froze for a few seconds.

Damian let out a low laugh. “Still not done with this act, huh?”

“Besides… Claire, don’t forget. We just had the wedding last week.”

“If you’re going to throw a fit, the word you’re looking for is divorce.”

Break up or divorce—both seemed like jokes to Damian.

He looked at me with lazy indulgence, like I was a little girl throwing a tantrum.

I wasn’t going to argue semantics. I just gave a tight smile. “Whatever you want to call it.”

But I couldn’t leave.

His black dress shoe was planted in front of my suitcase, and his grip on my wrist was like iron.

We were frozen for only a few seconds.

Poppy couldn’t stand it. She stumbled and lurched sideways.

Her baby voice turned into a screech: “I can’t take this anymore!”