Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 17

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 17

Until one afternoon, when a special delivery arrived.

It was a slim envelope of heavy, ivory cardstock, with no return address. Only my name and address were written on the front in elegant script.

I opened it and found a wedding invitation inside.

The front was embossed with gold-stamped lettering and an intricate border.

I opened it.

“You are cordially invited to the wedding of Mr. Briar Pierce and Ms. Chloe Davis on Saturday, the eighteenth of October.”

I held the invitation and stood motionless for several seconds.

Then I laughed.

Well, that was fast.

We had only been divorced for two weeks, and the invitations were already printed.

It was as if they’d had everything ready for months, just waiting for me to finally step aside.

I turned the invitation over. A small line was printed on the back.

“Celebrate this day with us.”

Celebrate.

I looked at the word and could only feel the bitter irony.

I set the invitation on the coffee table and leaned back into the sofa, thinking for a long time.

Should I go?

Honestly, I had no interest in attending their wedding. Either choice was fine, but a part of me felt it was better to simply let it be.

I picked up my phone and sent Briar a text.

“Received the invitation. Congratulations.”