I Cancel Our Wedding, Then He Comes Begging

Chapter 2

You caught me. I'm the one with the dirty mind. Guess I'm just not good enough for Mr. Perfect over here. Well, isn't that just lovely. I'll take myself out of your life, and you can go find someone who meets your "standards."

His eyes narrowed, his face tightening like he was about to lose it. He exhaled sharply. "Wendy, let's just put a pin in this for now. My parents are waiting for us for dinner."

The mention of his parents made me feel a flicker of guilt. Lucian's parents were nothing like him. His dad was a total chatterbox with a heart of gold, and his mom was sweetness incarnate. They always treated me like family, sometimes even better than Lucian did. I knew this whole situation had to be breaking their hearts.

But it was time to face the music. I wasn't going to drag this out, so I let him grab my suitcase, and we headed to the elevator in silence.

We pulled up to his parents' place, and I overheard his mom calling out from the kitchen, "Quick, run out and grab some mangoes. Wendy's got a soft spot for them."

"On it," Mr. Louis replied, heading for the door. When he saw us, he did a double-take before flashing a big smile. "Well, look who's here! Come on in. I'll be back in a jiffy with some fruit."

I gave a stiff, awkward smile. I used to feel so at home here, so comfortable. But now? Now, it felt like I was walking into a scene from someone else's life.

Lucian grabbed my slippers from the rack and set them down in front of me. "Here you go," he said. I muttered a quick "Thanks," slipping them on.

He paused for a moment, giving me a look that was impossible to read. I didn't want to meet his gaze, so I just walked past him, heading into the house I used to know like the back of my hand.

Mrs. Louis was still busy in the kitchen, but as soon as she heard us, she rushed out with a bright smile. "Wendy's back! Come sit on the sofa, rest a bit. We'll eat soon."

Both of them were so warm and welcoming, as if nothing had happened. As if the whole wedding disaster was just a blip on the radar. But every smile from them made my guilt feel heavier, yet it couldn't shake my decision.

I sank down onto the sofa, staring at the blank TV screen in front of me, feeling more out of place than ever. Lucian poured me a glass of water and set it down in front of me.

"It's not your first time here. Why so nervous?" he asked.

Without looking at him, I replied flatly, "Because this isn't my home."

I paused, then added coldly, "It's not the first time, but it will be the last."

Lucian's hand tightened around his glass so hard, his knuckles turned white. His lips pressed into a thin line, and I could tell he was holding back from saying something, probably a whole lot of something.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Lucian stood up to answer it. As soon as the door opened, his childhood friend Liana's voice rang out. "Lucian, what are you cooking? It smells amazing."

She breezed in, changing her shoes like she owned the place. When she saw me, her smile faltered for a second before she forced it back into place. "Oh, Wendy's here too."

I shot her a cold look, my eyes lingering on her slippers. They were soft pink, with little bears on them, cute, but childish. And then I saw the matching pair of blue bear slippers on Lucian's feet. Seriously? Who wears matching slippers like that? Especially someone like him.

I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, swallowing all the words I wanted to throw at them.