Chapter 2

Carter looked at me in disbelief. His friends immediately started trying to fix things for him.

"Aria, Chloe really didn't mean it. She’s just brainless sometimes. Don't be mad at her."

Everyone was making excuses for Chloe.

"Yeah, we’ve been friends for years. We’re just very open with each other."

I felt nothing but cold amusement.

"Then why don't you share your wife’s measurements with us right now?" I asked the guy who spoke.

The guy didn't hesitate. He immediately rattled off three numbers.

Another friend leaned in and laughed, "Wow, did your wife’s tits get bigger again?"

It was obvious they constantly rated and judged their wives and girlfriends behind closed doors. They were trash.

Even if I had a perfect body, being used as a trophy to brag about made me sick.

Carter had zero respect for me.

Marrying a man like this would make the rest of my life a living hell.

"Pathetic," I muttered.

Seeing how calm I was, Chloe’s eyes welled with tears. "Aria! Don't make things hard for everyone else!"

"If I had a body like yours, I’d gladly share it. You’re being so petty. Today is your wedding, but you’re humiliating Carter."

"If you want to show off, that's your business. But you're right about one thing—I am petty. I don't tolerate trash."

Seeing her looking so pitiful, my fiancé frowned, stepped forward, and pulled Chloe behind him.

We were in a direct standoff now.

Carter agreed with Chloe. He thought I was just being dramatic.

"Chloe was just complimenting your body. What’s wrong with admitting it? Unless you really did get plastic surgery like she said?"

"Can you stop acting up? Today is our wedding. Do you want to make this ugly?"

No, it was already ugly.

Seeing the utter disappointment in my eyes, Carter looked a bit guilty.

"Fine. I love you, and it has nothing to do with your body."

He picked up the dusty ring from the floor and tried to slide it back onto my ring finger.

I looked down and slapped his hand away.

"I said, the wedding is off."

This time, the ring rolled deep under the bed, completely out of sight.

Seeing she had gotten what she wanted, Chloe quickly winked at another friend.

The guy immediately added fuel to the fire. "Carter, I can't watch this anymore. If she's like this on the wedding day, imagine what she'll be like after marriage. “

“I say, let her go. Who is she trying to threaten? We all know who’s going to embarrass themselves today!"

Carter's toxic masculinity flared up. "Aria, I don't have time for your little tantrums."

"The invitations are out. My family is here. And you're telling me you’re calling it off?"

He ran his tongue over his teeth and let out a arrogant smirk.

"Fine. Go ahead and play the solo bride. Let’s see who loses more face!"

Chloe's eyes lit up.

But she still kept up her fragile act.

"I'm sorry, Aria. I didn't mean to ask. I just thought your body was so perfect..."

"Please don't call off the wedding because of me."

She reached out to grab my hand, pretending to comfort me, but her nails dug hard into my skin.

I winced in pain and pushed her away.

Chloe instantly collapsed to the floor like she had no bones, her eyes red and tearful.

Carter was quick. He caught her in his arms. She clung to his shoulder, sobbing.

The eyes I once loved to look at were now filled with cold disappointment.

"Aria, it was just a few numbers! Why do you have to be so relentless?"

Was it really just about the numbers?