Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

His hand froze on the bathroom door handle.

Few seconds later, he turned around.

That fake-patient expression finally cracked off his face completely.

“Thea, stop.” He pressed his temples.

“Marriage is serious. You don’t just do it because you’re pissed off.”

“October 28th.” I gave him the date.

“Hotel’s booked. Dress is picked.”

He let out a cold laugh.

“Did Briar get in your head today? She rushed into marriage, so now everyone else has to be just as impulsive?”

“Thea, wake up. Don’t let her mess with you. After all these years we’ve—”

“Caspian,” I cut him off. “Invitations start printing tomorrow.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched.

“Thea, you think this is gonna work? This just makes you look immature. Unreasonable!”

“I’m in the middle of an upward career phase right now. This will only distract me and disrupt all my plans and arrangements.”

“Are you really that desperate to get married?”

His words hit like rocks.

Once upon a time, that tone would’ve made me panic. I would have rushed to explain myself, or backed down.

But now? I felt nothing but calm.

His attention was always expensive.

Had to go to important projects. Had to go to his “capable” secretary.

Late-night check-ins, birthday surprises, and occasional half-day hot spring trips disguised as business travel…

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