My Ex-Boyfriend Regretted It After We Broke Up Chapter 4

Actually, it was several messages from different people, all saying the same thing:

[OMG Chloe, congrats on the long haul! I’ll definitely fly back for the wedding. Big gift coming your way!]

[Chloe, wishing you and Julian a hundred years of happiness and many children!]

...

Just as I was confused by this blizzard of blessings, a Facebook notification popped up. Julian had requested to add me as a friend.

[Chloe, I announced our marriage on Facebook and Instagram. You got what you wanted. You should be done throwing your tantrum now.]

Seeing the words "tantrum," I couldn't help but scoff aloud.

At this point, who was the one making a scene?

Years ago, my mom asked me to give her contact info to Julian. He had ignored it, never adding her.

Now, I was grateful for his arrogance.

If this farce reached my mom, it would give her a migraine for days.

I calmed myself and replied to my friends, telling them Julian and I had broken up.

Then, on a social media account I hadn't used in ages, I posted a public status:

[Don't believe rumors. I am single. No boyfriend.]

Two minutes after I posted the clarification, Julian called.

Since I had blocked him, the call log showed he was spamming calls.

I switched my phone to Airplane Mode.

Peace restored.

I lay on my lavender-scented sheets, put in my AirPods, and closed my eyes to listen to jazz.

Monday arrived.

After eating Mom’s pancakes, I walked briskly to the title company office, right on time.

Just as the landlord and I were about to sign, his phone rang abruptly.

He answered, and a few seconds later, looked at me in shock. He hesitantly shoved his iPhone into my hand.

"Ms. Vance, this person says he’s looking for you. If you don't answer, he’s going to buy this entire building and evict me."

I knew Julian had connections. His Wall Street tactics were aggressive.

But I never imagined this rational, cold man would reach such absurd lengths just to make me take a phone call.

I walked to a quiet corner, my patience exhausted.

"Julian, are you done yet?"

He wasn't expecting my tone to be so cold and impatient.

After a silence, his voice dropped low. "Chloe, why are you telling people you're single?"

"Because it’s a fact."

Julian let out a cold laugh. "Leaving a key and a scrap of paper makes you single? Chloe, I’m begging you. You’re almost thirty. Can you be mature?"

"We are engaged. We will be married soon, just like you wanted. Do you know how embarrassing this is? How will our Yale alumni feel coming to our wedding with you acting like this?"

I rubbed my forehead, fighting the urge to laugh.

"There won't be a wedding."

"What do you mean?" Julian scoffed. "Are you seriously breaking up with me?"

I lowered my eyes and spoke with absolute certainty.

"Yes. Let's break up."

He went silent.

I could hear background noise on his end—an airport announcement at JFK. He was boarding his flight to Zurich.