I went straight to the airport.
By the time I landed,
Stewart had already called over a hundred times. Countless texts flooded my phone so hard the screen froze for a good ten seconds before I could finally open the app and hear his voice messages. He was screaming.
「Mia!」
「What the hell kind of tantrum are you throwing now?!」
I sat in the back of the cab, still listening.
「What was that post supposed to mean?!」
「'Happy to be single'?! Are you kidding me?!」
「Delete it. Now!」
I listened to Stewart raging as the cab pulled up. I stepped out, looked at the warm light glowing from the house, and saw my dad standing at the entrance to the neighborhood, waiting for me.
「Mia! Can you stop being so selfish——」
I didn't let him finish.
For the first time, I cut off Stewart's voice message mid-sentence. I walked toward my dad, step by step, and my feet felt lighter than they had in years. I heard him call out to me.
「Sweetheart, you must be exhausted.」
I just pressed the record button and sent Stewart one last message.
「Stewart.」
「We're done.」
I blocked Stewart on everything, then went with my parents to see Grandma at the hospital. On the way out, my dad said,
「Do you remember that Sanchez boy? The one who used to follow you around everywhere when you were kids?」
I blinked, caught off guard.
My dad just smiled.
「Go meet him tomorrow. You'll see.」
I sat in the coffee shop, staring at the man across from me. The little kid who used to trail after me calling me "sissy," the snotty-nosed boy who begged me every single day to sit with him and read him stories, was now my blind date.
「Hey, sis.」
Frederick Sanchez sat across from me. He had a folder on the table, and he pulled things out one by one.
「The house.」
「Investments.」
「The car. My savings. Everything I have.」
Frederick was nothing like that little boy anymore. He'd grown into someone composed and self-assured, with an effortless polish to him, yet still genuinely warm.
「Whenever you're ready, we can go get our marriage license.」
Honestly,
I had never imagined getting married to anyone other than Stewart. Never pictured that a wedding could happen this fast. Even after Frederick and I walked out of city hall holding two bright red marriage certificates, it still felt like I was dreaming.
「Sis.」
Frederick said to me,
「The wedding is already being planned. Anything you like, anything you want, just tell me. Everything will be exactly how you want it.」
I still couldn't believe any of it. Then the sky darkened without warning and a downpour came crashing down. Frederick pulled off his jacket and held it over my head without thinking, then sprinted to the car for an umbrella. When he came back, he tilted the entire canopy over me. I watched the rain soak half his body.
And I remembered.
A picnic with Stewart, a sudden storm just like this one. Stewart's jacket always went to Chloe. The umbrella always tilted toward Chloe.
Stewart had told me,
「Chloe was sick a lot as a kid.」
「Her health's always been fragile.」
「Babe, you have to understand.」
I didn't understand.
But I loved Stewart.
So even though I didn't understand,
I told myself to be the bigger person.
Now, I watched Frederick drape a blanket over my lap. The car was warm, the temperature just right. He glanced over at me and asked：「Feel like Cantonese food tonight?」
For a second, I couldn't speak.
Chloe loved spicy food.
My stomach was sensitive.
I'd never been able to handle spice, not since I was a kid.
But Stewart always said I was being dramatic.
「Frederick.」
The question came out before I could stop it.
「Do you think I'm too high-maintenance?」
Inside the car,
warm and still,
Frederick looked at me, really looked at me.
「Getting to be the one who spoils you is my privilege.」
I laughed. I just laughed, and somewhere in the middle of it, that tight, heavy knot I'd been carrying in my chest quietly came undone.
「Okay.」
……
Stewart stared at our chat window. The last message was still from that day, the one where I told him：「Stewart, let's break up.」
Twenty full days had passed.
I still hadn't caved.
I hadn't come begging.
Stewart raked a hand through his hair, visibly irritated, weighing whether to call me and tell me not to push my luck.
Then.
A text notification popped up.
His eyelid twitched. He tapped it on instinct and found a wedding invitation, along with a voice message.
It was from a friend.
「Holy shit!」
「Dude, you really screwed this up!」
「Weren't you giving Mia the silent treatment to teach her a lesson?」
「What happened?!」
「How is Mia marrying someone else?!」
「They already sent the invitation. Is this for real?」
Stewart stared at the invitation. His breathing stopped for a beat, like he'd forgotten how to react. He opened the invitation first, a cheerful love song playing over it, and there in the photo I was wrapped in another man's arms, smiling so sweetly it could rot your teeth. Printed clearly underneath:
Groom：Frederick Sanchez.
Bride.
Stewart's heart seized.
The name left his lips before he could stop it.
「Bride, Mia Payne.」
