Chapter 4

After handling everything, I went straight to Oliver's office.

He seemed to have just finished a meeting, collapsing into his chair with a confused look.

"Did you forget to bring my lunch, baby?"

I replied flatly, "I didn't cook."

Oliver stiffened, assuming I was still feeling unwell.

I stared blankly at the fresh roses sitting next to his bookshelf. He had already ordered takeout for us.

I didn't sit down. I just said calmly, "Oliver, let’s break up."

Oliver snapped his head up, pausing for a moment before letting out a soft laugh.

"Stop playing around. Are you still mad about Vivian?"

"I’m serious—"

Oliver cut me off helplessly. "I told you, that’s all in the past. Besides, once I’m done with these next two busy days, I’m taking some time off to help you prepare for the wedding."

He thought I was just throwing a tantrum.

I kept my mouth shut.

Oliver pulled me down to sit. "Not mad anymore? Feed me a bite."

Just as I lifted the fork, a knock sounded at the door.

Vivian stood there. Her face paled, and she turned and left immediately.

A faint smirk played at the corner of Oliver's lips.

The very last shred of affection I had for him shattered into dust.

We never finished the meal. Both Oliver and I received calls from our respective mothers.

He rushed out in a panic, and I guessed it was because of my dad.

As soon as I got into a cab, I called my parents.

The other end of the line was a chaotic mess of crying and shouting, and then my dad roared angrily, "Get back here right now! Your mother is crying her eyes out. Is marrying this guy really that important to you?!"

"...Dad," I choked out. "I’m not marrying him. I canceled the wedding."