He Gave Away My House During the Vows, So I Canceled the Marriage Chapter 01

He Gave Away My House During the Vows, So I Canceled the Marriage Chapter 01

In the middle of our wedding vows, my boyfriend suddenly pulled a will out of his pocket.

“I’d like everyone here to witness this,” he said, is eyes red-rimmed as he looked toward the head table. “If anything ever happens to me, the house goes to my mother.”

“She raised me on her own and worked so hard for me. I can’t dishonor her like this.”

The entire room went quiet, visibly touched.

Someone murmured, “That’s a good son right there.”

I stood across from him, frozen for a moment, wondering if I’d misheard.

I had paid for that house in full with the inheritance my parents left me.

I only added his name to the contract because we’d been together for seven years.

And now, before the wedding was even over, he was giving it away?

Once I was sure he wasn’t joking, I excused myself to touch up my makeup and made a phone call.

Then I smiled and walked back to the wedding.

My boyfriend was still soaking in everyone’s praise, completely lost in it.

But he didn’t know that the house in his will had stopped being his three minutes ago.

—

The wedding venue was blazing with lights. Everyone was waiting to see us exchange rings.

I gathered my wedding dress and stepped back onto the stage.

The emcee thought I’d finished fixing my makeup and smiled, handing me the microphone. “Is the bride ready?”

I took the mic and cleared my throat.

“Family and friends, I’m sorry to say this, but today’s wedding is canceled.”

The room went dead silent.

“Gifts will be refunded in full. The reception will go on as planned,” I said with a small smile. “Think of it as my treat for everyone tonight. Eat up, then feel free to leave.”

The place erupted.

Jason stood there frozen, the smile still stuck on his face.

The next second, he rushed over, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me into a dressing room beside the stage.

“Are you insane?” He slammed the door, eyes bloodshot. “Do you have any idea what you just said? My mom is sitting right out there! The whole town came!”

“I know exactly what I said.”

“You don’t know a damn thing.” He took a deep breath, barely holding back his temper. “Lily, that will thing was just for show. To make my mom happy.”

“My dad died young. She raised me all by herself. I just wanted to give her peace of mind.”

“We’re family. We should be on the same side. You’re really going to make a fuss over something this small?”

I looked into Jason’s evasive eyes and could hardly connect him to the bright-eyed young man from college who used to laugh with so much light in his face.

Jason was a top law student, handsome and talented, but he came from extreme poverty.

My parents were dead set against us from the start. They said we weren’t a good match, that differences in background would cause endless trouble down the road.

But he was so good to me. Seven years together, he used to take care of even the smallest things for me, like putting on my socks.

When my parents died unexpectedly, he was the one who got me through the hardest days of my life.

So I ignored my parents’ dying wishes and didn’t sign a prenup with him.

When he proposed, he cried like a baby, held my hand, and swore he would never let anyone hurt me.

And now, before the wedding was even finished, he’d already turned me into a laughingstock.

“Jason,” I said, my voice quiet but every word landing like a hammer. “A house worth over a million dollars. You think that’s small?”

His face stiffened.

“I bought that house. Paid for it myself. I added your name because I loved you. And then you turned around and put it in your will to give to your mother?”

Jason’s mouth twitched, then stretched into a placating smile. “Lily, I wasn’t thinking straight. We can talk about the will. I’ll change it however you want, okay?”

He stepped closer, reaching for my hand. “But there are so many people out there. Let’s just finish the wedding first. After everyone leaves, you can punish me however you like.”

I laughed, but there was no humor in it. I couldn’t believe I’d never seen how disgusting he really was.

I stepped back half a step and pulled my hand away. “Jason, do you really think I’m still that same girl who believes everything you say?”

“Unless you go back out there right now and tell everyone that I bought the house and that this was all a joke, we have nothing to talk about.”

Jason had always cared way too much about his pride. In college, he worked three jobs rather than apply for financial aid because he couldn’t stand being looked down on.

Asking him to go on stage now would be like forcing him to admit in public that he was a freeloader. There was no way he’d agree.

Sure enough, his face darkened. “You’re just trying to make things hard for me.”

I couldn’t be bothered to argue. I was about to change out of my dress and leave when the door burst open from the outside.

Jason’s mother, Margaret Whitmore, rushed in.

Her lips were white, her whole body shaking.

She suddenly collapsed to her knees in front of me.