Todos los capítulos de Calling Off the Wedding and Finding Myself: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

That night, I went home and started packing.I'd just closed the suitcase when the door burst open. Serena and Ryan tumbled in together, laughing and shoving each other.Ryan hung off Serena's shoulder, doubled over with laughter."Quit pushing me, you're clearly the one who's wrong here!"Serena shoved him off, laughing just as hard."You're the one who's wrong."Only once they'd finished laughing and roughhousing did they notice me standing there.Serena pushed Ryan off her and pulled a stack of catalogs out of her bag like she was presenting a prize."Tristan, I had a friend bring back some wedding-planning catalogs special. Take a look when you get a chance."She held them out to me.I stared at the glossy wedding photos on the covers, hesitating for only a few seconds.Ryan had already pounced and flipped one open."Whoa, this venue's gorgeous. Serena, look at this one!"Serena leaned in, and the two of them pored over it head to head, fingers jabbing at the pages."

The day before I left the country, my boss gave me the day off, specifically so I could spend some time with my family.Before I'd even gotten through the door, waves of laughter were already spilling out of the old house.My mother's laugh rang out the loudest."Oh, Ryan, if you were my son, I'd wake myself up laughing in the middle of the night."My hand paused on the door handle.I pushed it open, and the whole room, faces lit up with smiles, turned toward me all at once. It made me feel like I didn't belong.Serena sat right in the middle of the couch, eating an orange. The moment she saw me, the smile fell off her face, and she let out a short, cold huff.My mother shot me a look, already gearing up for a fight."Tristan, what's going on with you? Serena said you two have been at odds lately?"I didn't answer. I just poured myself a glass of water.My mother rolled up her sleeves and started to get to her feet.Ryan glanced at me and jumped in to smooth things over. "Mr

Ryan grabbed Serena's arm."What do you mean, he's gone? Gone where?"Serena gripped her phone in a white-knuckled fist and turned, her eyes red-rimmed, glaring at Ryan."He doesn't want me anymore. He meant it — he really meant it. He said he wasn't marrying me, and now he's not."Her voice broke, and she pointed at Ryan like she was falling apart."This is your fault. If you hadn't inserted yourself into every single thing, how could someone as soft-hearted as him possibly be this ruthless?"The blood drained from Ryan's face. His throat worked, and he let out a hollow, useless laugh."Serena, what are you saying? You're blaming me?"Serena's voice rose."Shouldn't I blame you? Tristan is the one marrying me, but you're the one who picked the renovation, you're the one who chose the wedding decor, even the wedding suit was—"Her voice trailed off, quieter and quieter, even as her eyes went redder and redder.She couldn't finish the sentence. She was remembering, now, that

Serena had made up her mind to hound me relentlessly.For several days straight, she staked out the sidewalk beneath my apartment.Every morning, a huge bouquet of red roses would show up at my door.On the evening of the sixth day, someone knocked.I assumed it was Serena, and my expression had already settled into irritation by the time I pulled the door open.But it was Ryan standing outside.He'd gotten even thinner than Serena, and the hairstyle he'd always kept so meticulously groomed now hung limp and uncared for.When he saw me, his lips moved like he wanted to smile but couldn't quite manage it.He didn't ask to come in, and I didn't offer.We stood there in the doorway, with nothing to say for a moment.After a long silence, he held out a paper bag."Your mom asked me to bring this over for you."I took it and thanked him.His eyes started to redden, and he said quietly, "I'm sorry, Tristan. Back when we said we'd be friends for life, I promised I'd have your bac