Chapter 58
Oliver’s POV
The alarm clock rang, telling me it was seven arm, and I reached out and ended the annoying sound. My head fell back into bed, and I tried to get a few more hours of theeys, after all, it was the weekend. After a few minutes, my phone’s reminder beep went off, and I reached out to have a look. I found the reminder boldly written: “My Wedding Day.”
I had forgotten to delete this reminder, and now, here it was, staring at me in the face. I sighed and deleted it before tossing my phone onto the ground and dropping my head.
Sleep came, and I was gone in minutes. I didn’t know how long I slept before my phone on the floor rang I tried to ignore it and continue my sleep, but it didn’t stop ringing. Groaning, I rose from the bed and went to the phone, where I saw Seth’s ID. I ended the call, but it began to ring again, and I switched it off and tossed it onto the bed.
This way, it would stop ringing, and I could go back to bed and sleep.
“Oliver, what the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” I heard Vivian’s voice, and it sounded too dose to me. He wasn’t in my dream, though, so how could I hear his voice?
I twirled in bed and pulled the covers over myself to get warmth, but it was yanked off, and my eyes snapped open. And I turned around to find Vivian in my bedroom in a royal blue suit and a silver tie.
This was real: Vivian was real. He looked too pissed not to be.
“Sleeping?” I answered Vivian’s question, which I thought he had asked in my dream but turned out to be real “But now I’m awake, all thanks to you.” I grumbled, sleepiness making my voice deeper than usual.
“Are you drunk? Because I told you the plan was to meet up at the chapel ten minutes before the time. Tell me why Seth called while I was on the way to tell me you weren’t answering his call. And why am I finding you here, sleeping? Did you forget today was yours and Cecil’s wedding day?” he demanded with his brow arching
I remained silent, but I didn’t think about my response, I didn’t have to. “You are right about one thing, it is Cecil’s wedding day. I do not know to whom, though.“My head fell back on the pillow, and if Vivian left now, I am confident I would still find sleep.
He needs to leave.
“Do not fuck with me.” He growled, glaring murderously at me.
I pulled my pillow closer so I could snuggle with it. “I wish I were, but I am not getting married today, and
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I don’t know who Cecil’s getting married to.”
“You are better than this.” Vivian sounded disappointed, but I wasn’t the enemy “Ceril deserves better
“I completely agree with you. I am better than this, and she deserves better, and that was why I told her to call off the wedding two weeks ago. I didn’t want to get married with everything happening, but the refused and pushed through, hoping the event and the day would pressure me into changing my mind. It is not my fault you all went along with it.”
This wasn’t her first or second time pulling me along with decisions I didn’t want to make decisions such as moving in together too soon. She had always guilted me and always made me feel as though my opinion didn’t matter. I couldn’t take it anymore.
You said you would be at the chapel,” Vivian argued.
I shook my head. “No, you said it was best if I arrived ten minutes before the time, and I said whatever was best for you.” I clarified, quoting our exact conversation.
“You could have told me.”
“If I did, you wouldn’t be here now, paying me a visit.” I grinned, finding humour in his frustration.
“Fuck you.” He cursed, becoming red, and turned away from me.
He stared upward and stayed that way for a while as if the code to the control he sought was on the ceiling. “What are you going to do now? Everyone is at the chapel waiting for you.”
I didn’t hesitate before answering. “Tell them I’m not coming.”
Vivian left, and I, after many minutes searching for sleep and finding none, turned on the television to watch what was happening this weekend, only to see my face on the news.
The title read “Cecil Reid jilted by Oliver Plane.”
Cussing, I turned off the TV and tossed the remote onto the bed.
This would be the news for the next few weeks, but it had to be. I would be branded the devil, but bad publicity was still publicity.
I can only hope Vivian will do well with the truth I revealed to him.
A loud knock came to my door, followed by noises sounding like arguments coming from outside. I walked to the door and opened it, and there stood Cecil, still in her lacy wedding gown, and my security guard, Lukas Stilinski, beside her.
Cecil looked like the worst version of herself. There was a black line of tears on her face, and they had
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ruined the mascara and eyeliner. Her red lipstick was smeared, and some parts were rubbed over the sides of her dress. Her braided hair was now a mess, with the dangling crown barely holding everything in place. She was a mess. I had never seen her this way before, and I felt guilty to have had a hand in it
“Mr Plane, she wouldn’t leave.” He began. He looked conflicted about what the best decision was
I held my hand to silence him. “It’s fine, you can go.”
Lukas nodded and took his leave.
Cecil barged into the bedroom without being invited, but I let her have it. I had expected her arrival, just as I did Vivian’s. This had to be done, and this is the way to do it.
I shut the door and turned to her. “Cecil, 1-“I began and turned around, but she slapped me across the face, making everything turn black for a second.
My teeth gritted, and I drew a sharp breath, but I stayed silent.
“What are you going to say? That you are sorry? That you didn’t mean to hurt and embarrass me before the entire world like you did?” She yelled into my face, her eyes murderous.
I maintained silence because that was what I wanted to say, and I saw no point in repeating it. Besides, this was a rant I prepared for, so I let her have it.
“I am a joke; you made me into a fucking joke for all the people to see.” She accused, pointing at me. You ruined my life, Oliver Plane!”
I had to speak because now she was pushing blame that didn’t belong to me. “I didn’t. Just like with your parlour, you did it to yourself.” I said and stepped away from her, “I told you from the very beginning how I felt about the relationship and the wedding, and you went ahead with it anyway. You wanted to make me the bad guy; well, congratulations because now I am.”
She charged at me, trying to strike me in the face again, but I caught her wrist before her hand could make contact. “You hope to marry me, yet my opinion meant little to you. I am sorry you had to get the confirmation on the altar, but this is all on you.” I said and shoved her hand away.
She stumbled back from me, and tears ran down her face. “How could you do this to me? How could you
hurt me this way?”
She was good at the guilt game because it was working on me.
“I’m sorry, Cecil,” I said, losing the anger that had just built up.
“I’ve lost everything I built in the last four years to her, and now I’ll lose you, too. How could you hurt me to make her happy?” She demanded, covering her mouth.
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My anger at her lack of accountability returned: “This might not be what you want to hear, but it isn’t always everyone else’s fault when you go through bad things. Ela has no hand in this, and the earlier you stop pointing fingers at her, the better it will be for us all. I can’t do this anymore, we would both be miserable, and that is not the life I want for anyone, not you or myself. I am sorry it came to this, Cecil, I truly am, but this is the end for us.”
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