The Wedding That Never Happened
Brielle was sitting in front of the vanity when Nolan returned with Marcus.
Her smile disappeared when she saw the attorney.
“What is this?” she asked.
Nolan stood tall, though his heart was breaking.
“I heard the phone call.”
Brielle’s face changed.
“What phone call?”
“The one where you said you didn’t love me,” Nolan replied. “The one where you talked about the money. The one where you mentioned Jonah.”
The room fell silent.
For a few seconds, Brielle looked for an excuse.
Then the mask slipped.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” she said coldly.
Nolan stared at her.
“That is all you have to say?”
Brielle stood.
“What did you expect, Nolan? You wanted a perfect family. I gave you one. You wanted a beautiful wife at your side. I gave you that too.”
Marcus stepped forward.
“The wedding is canceled.”
Brielle’s expression hardened.
“You can’t do this to me.”
“I already have,” Nolan said. “You have one hour to collect your personal belongings from this hotel suite.”
Her eyes flashed.
“And Jonah?”
Nolan’s voice became quiet but firm.
“Jonah stays with me.”
Brielle laughed once, but there was no warmth in it.
“Fine. Keep him. I never wanted my life to revolve around a baby anyway.”
Those words hurt Nolan more than everything else.
Because Jonah was innocent.
And no child deserved to be spoken about like a burden.
Brielle grabbed her designer bag, walked past them, and left without looking back.
