Chapter 4

Halfway through the engagement party, Blake's phone rang.

Standing beside him, I watched him pull out his phone and frown.

He immediately hung up.

But then, the call came in again.

Once, twice, three times.

On the fourth call, Blake finally answered.

As soon as he picked up, a girl's tearful voice rang out.

"Blake, I was in a car accident."

In an instant, all the color drained from Blake's face.

Ignoring the astonished gazes of everyone present, he bolted out of the hall in a desperate rush.

I stood there, utterly helpless, the pain in my chest feeling like a black hole, threatening to swallow me whole.

I clutched my stomach, feeling a wave of nausea.

I rushed to the restroom and dry heaved.

I turned on the faucet, not caring if my makeup would run, and splashed water on my face.

Cold sweat beaded on my forehead. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair disheveled, on the verge of breaking down.

After a long while in the restroom, I finally emerged.

Most of the guests had already left the engagement party; only my parents and my best friend, Ashley Shaw, were waiting for me.

Seeing my distraught appearance, they rushed over, surrounding me, their faces etched with worry.

"Skylar, what happened?"

My throat tightened, and I struggled to speak.

"I don't want to get married anymore."