We Called It Off

1
My best friend called his fiancée, only to have her hang up on him.
The text she sent back was cold and dismissive.
“Lewis has a cold. I don’t have time.”
My friend then called his own girlfriend, a superstar with connections everywhere.
The reply he got was just as chilling. “Lewis’s sick. This is when he needs me the most.”
After a night spent fighting for my life in the emergency room, we found ourselves in the same hospital ward, looking at each other. We spoke the words at the exact same time.
“I don’t want to get married anymore.”
We never expected that when the women who had abandoned us received the news, they would both lose their minds.
…
After a week of complete silence, my fiancée, Grace, finally called.
I answered, and was immediately met with a barrage of accusations.
“Liam, what the hell is wrong with you? Both our families have already agreed on the time and place for the wedding, and you just call it off? What are you trying to pull?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off with a torrent of self-righteous anger.
“I’ve told you a million times, Lewis’s health is fragile! A simple cold can turn into a life-threatening crisis. I have to be by his side to make sure he’s safe. How can you be so petty and jealous? Don’t you have any regard for human life?!”
Human life… A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
Last night, I was on my way home after finalizing our wedding arrangements when a speeding truck slammed into my car.
In the moments before I lost consciousness, I used every last ounce of strength to call Grace. The line went dead. She’d rejected the call. I tried again. Rejected.
As my vision faded to black, my blood-smeared phone screen lit up with a notification.
An impatient message from Grace.
[What? Spit it out!]
When I didn’t reply instantly, another one followed.
[Are you sick in the head? Do you have any idea how much Lewis needs me right now? His emotional state is fragile! A breakdown could kill him!]
And now, after all that, all she could do was berate me.
Suddenly, my best friend, Brian, who had just walked in, snatched the phone from my hand.
“Are you out of your mind, Grace?! Liam was in a car wreck last night! The driver hit him and then maliciously ran him over a second time! If they hadn’t gotten him to the hospital when they did, he’d be dead right now! Can you not tell the difference between a fucking cold and a car crash?!”
A cold, dismissive laugh came from the other end. “You’re trying to pull that kind of lie on a doctor, Brian? You two really overestimate your own intelligence.”
With that, she hung up.
Brian stared at the phone, the veins in his hand popping as he gripped it. Almost immediately, his own phone rang.
It was his fiancée, Bella—Grace’s childhood friend.
“Brian, what is this game you two are playing? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Because of your childish jealousy and lies, Lewis got so agitated he nearly had a full-blown relapse!”
“If Grace and I hadn’t been here, what would have happened to him? Are you blind to a living, breathing human being in crisis?! The Vance family will not let someone as vicious and cruel as you through its doors. I don’t give a damn if we get married or not!”
Brian was about to unleash a string of curses, but she had already blocked his number.
“I swear to God, those…”
I reached out a weak hand and grabbed his arm. “Don’t, Brian. They’re not worth it.”
He looked at the mess of tubes and monitors connected to me, his voice filled with concern. “Liam, does it still hurt?”
I smiled and shook my head.
Not anymore.
The real pain had stopped the moment Grace hung up on me while I was bleeding out.
To distract us, Brian put on some reality TV show. We sat there, picking at a bag of chips, making snarky comments.
“Look at that guy. He’s got the face of a B-list comedian.”
“This whole segment is so fake. You can practically see the script.”
But soon, the laughter died in our throats.
On the screen, in a haze of soft lighting and dramatic music, was Bella. The A-list celebrity. The love of Brian’s life.
Brian’s face darkened. “Nope, bad juju,” he muttered, fumbling for the remote. “Changing this right now.”
But Bella’s voice, thick with emotion, stopped him. It was one of those sappy, heartfelt confessionals the shows loved.
She looked directly into the camera, her famous eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “My biggest regret,” she said, her voice trembling, “is not telling a certain boy how I felt all those years ago…”
The other guests on the show hooted and pressed for details. Brian’s hand, holding the remote, clenched into a white-knuckled fist.
I put a comforting hand on his arm, my own heart aching for him.
Bella and Brian were engaged, but she refused to make it public. She claimed it would hurt her brand, affect her "relatability" with her fans. This, despite the fact that her family was so wealthy that her acting career was little more than a hobby.
Whenever Brian brought it up, she would fly into a rage, accusing him of not understanding her, of not supporting her dreams.
But she never saw it.
She never saw how Brian would pull all-nighters for damage control whenever a negative story about her broke. She never saw how he would mobilize his own network to promote her new shows and movies.

First, search for and download the MotoNovel app from Google. Then, open the app and use the code "244681" to read the entire book.