Chapter 3: The Man Who Waited for MeHis Promise Was Never Mine

Logan's eyes flickered away from mine.

"Abbie had a fight with her parents," he explained, stumbling over his words. "She is only staying at my place for a few days."

Logan's house had only three bedrooms. One belonged to his mother, and one belonged to Caleb.

That left only one room.

I gave a cold laugh. "Do not tell me you are planning to let Abbie stay in the bedroom we were supposed to share after the wedding."

"You are overthinking it," Logan said quickly. "She's only staying for two days. She'll definitely move out before the wedding."

I said nothing. I only looked at him coldly.

He stepped closer and lowered his voice, trying to coax me. "I promise nothing will happen between Abbie and me. In my eyes, she is practically one of the guys. I am not attracted to her."

The moment he said that, Abbie punched him lightly in the arm, pretending to be offended.

"Who are you not attracted to?" she snapped. "You big idiot. Other than that face of yours, what do you even have going for you?"

Logan dodged her with a grin. "You talk like you have seen everything else."

Abbie lifted her chin. "Who says I have not? Last time, when we went to the hot springs together…"

The two of them laughed and teased each other as if I was not even there.

Logan let her make a scene, and there was still a smile on his face.

I had seen moments like this countless times over the past seven years, and every single time, they had made me uncomfortable.

Before, I held myself back for Logan's sake.

Now, I had no reason to endure it.

"If you two want to flirt, go do it at your own house," I said coldly. "Don't bring it into mine."

Logan's face darkened. He was just about to speak when Abbie suddenly cried out.

She stumbled sideways as if someone had pushed her.

The scissors in her hand swept across my wedding dress.

In an instant, a long tear split through the delicate embroidery.

The air went still.

Abbie pouted and shoved the scissors into Logan's hand. "This is your fault. You pushed me."

Logan glanced at the ruined dress and waved it off like it was nothing. "It is just a tear. Just wear the old one if you have to. It will be fine."

The anger I had been holding back finally exploded.

I pointed toward the door and shouted, "Get out!"

"Julia…"

Before Logan could finish, I grabbed the sewing basket from the table and threw it at him. "I said get out!"

Abbie immediately pulled him away.

Once they were gone, the room fell silent.

I ran my fingers over the long tear in the fabric, and tears slipped down my face before I could stop them.

I took out my phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to him. 'I am sorry. The wedding outfit was ruined.'

A short while later, he sent back a photo.

A wedding outfit was spread neatly across a bed. The silk was a brilliant shade of blue, embroidered with butterflies that seemed to shimmer in the light.

His message followed right after.

'Silly girl. I had yours ready seven years ago.'