I Cancelled Our Wedding After Seeing His Call Log Chapter 01

I Cancelled Our Wedding After Seeing His Call Log Chapter 01

My fiancé, David Harrison, had a peculiar habit—he absolutely never answered any phone calls after 9:00 PM.

Even during the peak of our honeymoon phase, he would ruthlessly hang up the second the clock struck nine.

One night, coming home late, I realized someone was stalking me. Panic-stricken, I called him, only to be met with pure, unadulterated irritation.

“How old are you, Chloe? Can’t you respect other people’s sleep schedules? I’m hanging up.”

That night, I finished filling out the police report all by myself and didn’t make it home until the next morning. He didn’t even bother to ask if I was okay.

Until just now, while using his computer, I accidentally stumbled upon his call logs synced from his phone.

I saw a repeating log of calls spanning from 9:00 PM to 9:00 AM the next day.

Twelve full hours, every single night, spanning over five years.

I was all too familiar with that number. It belonged to his mother’s student, who also happened to be his teaching assistant, Sarah.

In that instant, something inside me broke, and an overwhelming wave of exhaustion washed over me.

I sat there for a long time, until my legs went completely numb, before silently closing the computer and canceling our appointment at the civil registry.

We had planned to do the legal paperwork first, with the grand ceremony to follow in a month—but I no longer wanted any of it.

That phone never lit up for me, and I no longer wanted to be the one waiting on the other end.

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The system showed the cancellation was successful just as David walked out of the bathroom.

Seeing me sitting motionless, he glanced at the time and knitted his brows.

“Do you have something to say tonight? It’s almost nine, and I need to rest.”

I froze for two seconds, then shook my head.

“Nothing.”

He nodded, completely unfazed. “Alright, then. Goodnight.”

He didn’t notice any shift in my mood and turned on his heel to head back to his room.

I stared into space for a moment.

Just as I was about to stand up, the computer screen that had gone dark suddenly lit up, synced with a phone call popping up from Sarah.

And David—the man who supposedly never picked up, spoke, or replied to anyone after 9:00 PM—answered it within a single second.

He was clearly terrified of keeping her waiting.

I let out a mocking laugh. How incredibly thoughtful of him. Too bad his exception wasn’t me, his soon-to-be wife.

When I walked back into the bedroom, David already had his eyes closed, looking fast asleep.

But this time, I noticed things I had never paid attention to before.

Like his phone, placed face down on the nightstand.

Like the discreet black earbud tucked firmly into his right ear.

Clicking off the light, I navigated through the darkness to reply to the job transfer notification my supervisor had sent last week.

I had initially turned it down because I didn’t want us to endure a long-distance relationship right after getting married.

But now, everything was over.

My supervisor replied almost instantly.

[Have you thoroughly thought this through? The posting at the embassy in France requires at least a five-year commitment. If you’re sure, start the visa process. You leave in three days.]

I typed back a simple confirmation.

Beside me, David’s breathing was steady and even. I figured Sarah must be sleeping very soundly right now.

Lying down, the space between us felt like an insurmountable canyon. I lost myself in thought for a moment, then closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, David was standing in the walk-in closet when I woke up.

I reached out and touched his phone on the nightstand.

It was scalding hot.

After gathering the documents needed for my visa application, I cast a final glance at him and headed for the door.

As we brushed past each other, David called out to me in sheer astonishment, “Aren’t you going to tie my tie?”

The corners of my mouth curled into a faint smile.

“Not anymore. You should learn how to do it yourself,” I paused for a beat, “or have your assistant do it for you.”

David set his things down and walked over, looking at me with confusion.

“You mean Sarah?”

The mere mention of her name instantly softened his stern, sharp expression.

A shadow of a smile flickered in his eyes.

“She does know how. She’s a very meticulous girl, but what does that have to do with you tying my tie?”

I remained silent for a few seconds.

I didn’t even know where to begin, so I chose not to explain at all.

“It doesn’t matter. I just don’t want to do it anymore.”

David pressed his lips together in displeasure.

“Suit yourself. Oh, and don’t bother bringing me lunch this afternoon. Sarah just texted me saying she’s bringing me something.”

My hand paused on the doorknob for a fraction of a second.

“Alright.”

Because of his demanding schedule, David suffered from severe stomach issues, which was why I always personally cooked for him no matter how busy I was.

This worked out perfectly.

From now on, I could enjoy my own peace.

Realizing this, I no longer cared to cater to his whims. I turned around and shut the door behind me.

I went straight to the embassy to secure my five-year work visa.

Then, I stopped by my office to pick up the official transfer letter.

Tucking the paperwork safely into my bag, I watched the spring blossoms slowly opening outside the courtyard.

For the first time in my life, an unprecedented sense of relief and liberation washed over me.

A sudden thought crossed my mind.

I opened the wedding planning registry app on my phone and completely wiped David’s personal information from my application.

From this day forward, I would never need it again.