He Proposed to the Wedding Planner… At My Wedding

Seven years with Liam Miller, and he finally agreed to get married.
But there was one condition: the wedding planner had to be his old college friend, Sophia Bell.
I agreed.
And just like that, my wedding became all about Sophia.
The venue was decorated according to her taste. Liam held her hand during the rehearsal.
Even the house I’d spent ages preparing, our dream home, Liam just gave it to her.
I bought his excuse that they were "just friends," biting my tongue again and again.
But on the wedding day itself…
Liam, wearing the designer suit I’d picked out, holding the custom ring I’d had made, got down on one knee in front of Sophia.
"Sophia, this wedding… I planned it all for you."
"I know now, it’s always been you I loved."
"So, before I marry Claire, I have to marry you first!"
"Just wait for me. Wait until I’ve secured my position with the Ashfords. I swear I’ll make it right, have you standing by my side properly."
I watched them, clinging together tearfully, my eyes cold.
Instantly, I snapped a picture and sent it to my assistant.
"Get this photo out everywhere. By tomorrow, I want him out of the Ashford family, penniless."
1
After Liam and I got the marriage license, he was suddenly desperate to have the wedding ceremony.
A complete turnaround from his usual dismissive, reluctant attitude.
I thought he was finally changing for me.
I quickly agreed.
I was so happy, I barely registered him saying he wanted Sophia to plan the wedding.
Liam was in a rush. The same day we got the license, he dragged me to the wedding planning agency.
The second we walked in, Liam, who’d just been complaining about me getting lipstick on his shirt, completely changed his demeanor.
His expression softened, his voice became gentle.
"Sophia."
My heart dropped. I looked up quickly.
And there she was, Sophia, pouting playfully.
She practically launched herself into Liam’s arms, deliberately shouldering me aside.
"Liam, you bad boy!"
"How long has it been? Aren't I still your favorite girl from college?!"
Caught off guard, I stumbled back, hitting the corner of a table before steadying myself.
Instinctively, like always, I reached out my hand.
Before, whenever I stumbled or got bumped, Liam's hand would instantly be there to catch me.
It was almost a reflex.
But this time, I waited. Nothing.
Confused, I looked up. Liam hadn't even glanced my way.
His arms were wrapped around a bouncing Sophia, his gaze fixed on her, eyes overflowing with an affection he didn't even try to hide.
Seeing that look on his face, oblivious, my heart sank.
I wanted to pull Liam away, but thinking about him…
Pushing down the complicated feelings, I cut in first.
"Hi, we'd like to book a wedding."
My voice was quiet, but Sophia reacted as if startled, her eyes instantly turning red-rimmed.
"Wh-what?"
"You… you two are getting married?"
Her gaze darted between Liam and me.
Finally, it locked onto Liam.
Liam just cleared his throat, unable to meet her eyes.
I stared at him, lips pressed tightly together, my nails digging into my palms without realizing it.
I thought planning a wedding would take time, but surprisingly, they had a setup ready to go.
Sophia quickly composed herself, professionally leading us to a mock setup.
She explained everything detail by detail.
Though her eyes were on Liam the entire time.
I gave the setup a quick scan.
Flooded with deep red roses, draped in gaudy, extravagant gold.
It screamed expensive, but had zero aesthetic appeal to me.
"No roses, I don't like them."
"And I don't like this style either. It's too flashy."
"Do you have any other options?"
Before Sophia could say anything, Liam jumped in.
"No, we can't change it!"
"If you don't know anything about design, don't make random demands. Sophia worked hard on this. I trust her taste."
"Claire, stop acting like a spoiled princess. Just go with it."
I didn't understand how expressing my opinion made me a spoiled princess.
I opened my mouth to argue, but he pushed me towards the dressing room.
"Don't embarrass yourself. Hurry up and try on the dress."
"We'll talk when you get back."
Before I could finish a sentence, Liam shoved me into the adjacent dressing room.
He even closed the door behind him before leaving.
Liam left quickly, his back view radiating an excitement he couldn't quite hide.
Staring at the firmly shut door, I put down the dress he’d forced into my hands and tried the knob.
It was locked from the outside.
My eyes instantly dimmed. The ache in my lower back where I'd hit the table flared up.
I didn’t make a sound. I didn’t call Liam.
I just dialed the number posted on the wall inside the room.
Ten minutes later, the door opened.
Without pausing, I walked straight back to the wedding venue area.
As I stepped through the entrance, my body froze.
My gaze locked onto the center of the display stage.
Up there stood Liam and Sophia.
Under the bright white lights, they slowly moved closer.
Shy smiles on their faces, a charged look in their eyes.
Holding hands, confessing feelings, leaning in for a kiss…
Just as their lips were about to touch, I grabbed a glass from a nearby table and smashed it down.
CRASH!
The sound jolted Liam back to reality.
A flicker of regret crossed his eyes as he reluctantly pushed Sophia away.
No guilt, just irritation.
"Claire, what took you so long?"
"Because you were taking forever, I had Sophia help me run through the rehearsal."
"We've pretty much got it down. Let's go home."
I looked at Liam's calm face, then at his hand still unconsciously tangled with Sophia's.
His eyes never once settled on me.
I searched his face for any sign of deception, any hint he was faking it. But he was good. Too good.
As if locking the door was really an accident. As if nearly kissing Sophia was truly just a rehearsal.
As if there was no history, no lingering feelings for his old college crush.
2
Sophia was Liam's old college crush, the "one that got away."
I only knew she existed because he'd occasionally let her name slip out.
Sophia likes peaches.
Sophia loves rose-scented things.
Sophia is allergic to eggs.
He remembered every detail of her life, her habits, her preferences.
When we first started dating, Liam swore they were just friends.
He said he was just grateful for how she'd looked out for him back then.
I believed him.
And I was confident that, eventually, I would mean more to him than she did.
But seven years passed, and Liam remained lukewarm towards me.
The moment Sophia appeared, it was like he had blinders on. He couldn’t see me at all.
His eyes and heart were only for Sophia.
I didn't even have the right to choose the flowers I liked for my own wedding.
He even locked me in a room so he could rehearse the ceremony with her.
In that moment, doubt crept in.
This relationship I’d held onto for seven years… was it really worth it?
If seven years couldn't change his feelings, would marriage make any difference?
On the way back, a gloomy rain started to fall.
As we stepped outside, Liam, normally obsessed with cleanliness, instinctively took off his jacket and draped it over Sophia.
"Sophia's always been delicate. Getting wet could make her sick for ages."
"I'll get her to the car first. You wait here."
Before I could react, he snatched the umbrella from my hand, put his arm around Sophia, and hurried her towards the car.
Leaving me standing alone, getting soaked by the downpour.
I stared in shock at his retreating back. My already unsteady heart felt like it was being drenched in ice water.
"Liam…"
He didn't look back. He carefully settled Sophia in the car, meticulously arranging her clothes.
The man so fussy about cleanliness didn't seem to mind Sophia getting his car wet now.
A bitter taste spread through my mouth. I stood frozen.
Letting the heavy rain soak me until I was chilled to the bone.
After a long while, Liam came back.
He shoved the umbrella into my hand, gesturing for me to walk.
"You're already wet anyway. Why didn't you just walk over instead of making me come back?"
"Claire, your clothes are soaked. Get in the back seat later, and put something down first."
The cold made my voice tremble, but I forced the words out through gritted teeth.
"Liam, abandoning your fiancée to take care of another woman… do you think that's appropriate?"
"You chose this wedding company for Sophia, didn't you?"
Liam's face went blank for a second, then annoyance took over.
"Claire, stop inventing things and jumping to conclusions about me."
"I was just being a gentleman, taking care of the guest first."
"Besides, we're basically married now. What on earth are you so worried about?!"
Liam was furious. His face dark, he once again took the umbrella, leaving me in the rain.
"Claire, as punishment for doubting me, you can find your own way back."
"I've never done anything to wrong you, yet you refuse to trust me."
"Claire, this time, I'm truly disappointed."
My eyes stung as I watched Liam walk away again.
Suddenly, everything felt so absurd, so laughable.
Was it really me who didn't trust him, or had his heart already strayed?
3
Liam showed zero concern for me.
Ten o'clock at night, pitch black with pouring rain, and he left me to get home alone.
From the moment he turned his back, I called his name countless times.
After he left, I dialed his number over and over.
Every single call went unanswered.
The early winter air made me shiver uncontrollably. Feeling my body temperature rise, I finally called my assistant.
Half an hour later, I was picked up.
By the time I got home, my skin was flushed hot with fever.
Meanwhile, Liam, who had left before me, still wasn't home.
I randomly swallowed a couple of pills and tried calling Liam again.
This time, he answered.
"Liam, I have a fever. Can you please come home and stay with me?"
Maybe it was the sickness, but I suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable.
I didn't care that he'd ditched me for Sophia, didn't care that he was unreachable.
I just wanted him here with me, now.
I thought he wouldn't refuse. But after a long pause, all I got was a sigh.
"Claire, I'm not a doctor. Me coming back won't help."
"I'll call the family doctor for you. Get some rest."
"I'm really busy lately, working late. I won't be back tonight."
And then, he just hung up.
Listening to the cold dial tone, the emotional dam I'd been holding back finally broke.
Hot tears streamed down my face, hitting the duvet and spreading into dark patches.
Liam… he really didn't care about me…
That night, I drifted in and out of a restless sleep.
Waking up countless times, my hand habitually reached for the empty space beside me, only to find cold sheets.
I checked my phone repeatedly. Not a single message.
Not one missed call.
The family doctor he promised to call? Forgotten the moment he hung up.
The next morning, just as I was finally falling into a heavy sleep, my phone rang.
It was my mom.
Her call vaguely reminded me that today was the day I was supposed to show them the new house via video call.
Their flight had issues, so they couldn't come in person yet.
I couldn't let them see I was sick.
Pretending everything was fine, I took them on a virtual tour of the nearby house we were supposed to live in.
Through the screen, I kept making excuses for Liam.
"Liam's great, he's just incredibly busy."
"Once things calm down, we'll have the wedding."
"Don't worry, Mom, he wouldn't mistreat me…"
Just as the words left my mouth, a familiar, coy voice interrupted.
"Liam, you little devil, your cooking is still the best."
"I told you to be gentle! Now I need you to feed me."
"You're terrible!"
Following the sound, I stared blankly.
The voice was coming from inside our house.
Suddenly, my already pounding head felt heavier.
A thousand suspicions exploded in my mind. Biting my lip, I walked towards the house, step by step.
The front door was wide open, revealing everything inside without obstruction.
The house I had meticulously planned, poured my heart into preparing… was now filled with the signs of someone else's life.
Matching clothes drying on the balcony, cozy, lived-in decor, two pairs of slippers by the door.
Everything screamed that someone was living here.
And Liam, who I’d been telling my parents was so busy, was right there, wearing an apron, carefully feeding soup to Sophia, who was lounging in bed.
They were close together, faces flushed.
It was only in that moment I realized Liam could cook. That he could be caring.
All those times I'd had stomach pains, hoping he’d make me a simple bowl of porridge…
What was his response then?
He said he didn't know how. Told me to call the housekeeper.
In an instant, I felt my blood run cold.
My legs buckled, and I almost collapsed.
That slight noise caught the attention of the intimately close pair inside.
When Liam's eyes met mine, the tenderness in them hadn't faded yet before freezing on his face.
"Claire? What are you doing here?"
I fumbled to hang up the video call before looking up numbly to meet his gaze.
It took a long moment to find my voice.
"Weren't you working late?"
"Weren't you too busy? Why are you here?"
"Why is Sophia living in my house?"
The fever made my voice hoarse, but it didn't dull the sharp edge.
Liam frowned, a flicker of unease in his eyes.
"Sophia got sick. She got sick because of our wedding planning stress, so I had to take care of her."
"As for the house, I already signed it over to her."
"Sophia's trying to make it on her own here, working so hard planning our wedding. The Ashfords are loaded, what’s giving her one house?"
"Claire, you're not usually this petty. We can just find another house."

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