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…

What’s his problem?

There isn’t one, really.

Not every wait ends with happiness.

Another message came through:

[Remember our promise? Weddings can’t be more than a week apart, right?]

[Who knew your guy would be such a block of wood. Bouquet lands right in your hands and he STILL doesn’t get it. You’ve been together EIGHT YEARS, not eight months!]

[Whatever. This time, I’ll let you off the hook.]

My finger hovered over the screen.

I typed back slowly.

[Please girl, when have I ever broken a promise to you?]