The Fiancé’s Romantic Wedding Plan Was for My Best Friend Chapter 06

The tweet went viral within hours.

Public opinion flipped.

“Wait, so she was a pawn in their sick game?”

“God, she saved his life, lost her uterus, and got called a homewrecker by her best friend?”

“I’m on her side now. How much can one person take?”

In the hospital room, Eloise had smashed everything within reach.

Grayson pressed his lips together. “I told you. That photo wasn’t what you thought.”

Eloise froze. Tears welled in her eyes. “So now it’s all my fault?”

But no matter how pitiful she looked, Grayson didn’t rush to comfort her.

He’d known about the rumors. But he never imagined she’d use such a brutal truth to defend herself.

And Odette had lost her ability to bear children because of him.

For the first time, Grayson felt a complicated twist in his chest.

“I didn’t do anything wrong! Do you know all my sponsors canceled? Odette destroyed my career!”

Grayson frowned, irritation flashing. “Wasn’t it your idea to use her career to force her to the wedding?”

“Why can’t you handle it when it happens to you?”

Eloise’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What are you saying? Are you defending her now? I knew it…”

Her voice grew sharper until she let out a bitter laugh. “If I hadn’t changed the delivery date on your

scheduled email so Odette saw it, were you actually going to marry her?”

It hit Grayson like a punch to the gut. He froze. “You did that on purpose? You wanted her to find out?”

“Or what?” Eloise’s voice turned shrill. “What did you expect me to do? Be your mistress forever while you

played happy husband with her? I don’t think so!”

Eloise kept ranting. But Grayson stopped listening.

A dull ache bloomed in his chest. Late and unwelcome.

For Grayson, Eloise was the thrill of first love. Like the wind. Coming and going, turning his life upside down.

But with Odette, he’d found quiet stability. Something he’d taken for granted.

The truth was, he had thought about it.

If nothing had gone wrong, they’d have married. Simple. Steady. Real.

Just as he’d originally planned.

The thought took root and wouldn’t let go.

The worst regret isn’t missing out. It’s knowing you could have had it all.

Just days with Eloise, and her constant complaints already exhausted him.

The voice grew louder until he found himself standing outside Odette’s door, unsure how he got there.

He waited like a fool for her to come home.

Dusk came and went. His legs went numb. Five hours passed.

The figure he waited for never appeared.

Frowning, Grayson called the office. The response floored him.

“Mr. Harper, you’re asking about Odette? She resigned three days ago.”

His heart skipped a beat.

He fumbled for his phone, dialing the number etched in his memory.

But all he got was the cold, robotic voice of the operator.

No matter how many times he tried, the result was the same. Grayson had to face reality.

Odette had blocked him everywhere.

She was gone. Vanished without a trace.

After posting that statement, I deleted the app.

I blocked Grayson and Eloise on every platform.

I sued who I needed to. Cleared my name. Left the chaos behind.

I boarded a flight to Portland.

On my last day, my boss sighed and took my hand. She recommended a position at another firm.

Good pay. Good team. Just in a different city.

I accepted without hesitation.

Leaving Boston meant leaving every painful memory. A fresh start.

My new colleagues in Portland didn’t follow social media drama.

No one recognized me.

Exactly how I wanted it.

Three months slipped by before I knew it. I’d almost forgotten Grayson and Eloise existed.

Until I came home from work one day and saw a familiar figure at my doorstep.

I stopped.

The moment he saw me, Grayson’s expression flickered through a thousand emotions before settling on a

bitter smile.

“If I hadn’t dug through your boss’s trash for your address, how long were you planning to hide from me?”

I hadn’t contacted any old friends since moving to Portland. I never expected Grayson to go this far.

I frowned. “Hide from you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

My gaze dropped to the massive bouquet of red roses in his arms. “And what’s this supposed to be?”

His lips parted. It took him a moment to speak. “Odette, I… came to apologize.”

Maybe he took my silence as encouragement. His voice grew louder.

“All these years, I got so used to having you around. So comfortable I didn’t even realize how I really felt…”

He rambled on.

I lowered my eyes, reached past him, and keyed in my door code.

Beep.

It cut him off mid-sentence.

I was about to step inside when he grabbed my wrist, stubborn as ever. “Odette, I meant every word.”

I smiled. “But I don’t accept it.”

Not the apology. Not the confession. Nothing.

Grayson stood alone, holding the roses, his face pale as if he might shatter. “Odette, I don’t know what I can do to change your mind.”

“But I swear I’ll try. I’ll do whatever it takes…”

The door slammed shut, cutting him off.

I assumed Grayson’s theatrics were a passing whim. I didn’t take it seriously.

But the next day after work, he was there again.

No flowers this time.

He wore a shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing his collarbone. A fresh red tattoo sat just below

It read: Odette Moran.

His voice trembled. “Odette, you once said you wanted matching tattoos. So I got your name on me, where

everyone can see.”

Months ago, I might have been moved.

Now, it was just annoying.

I rubbed my forehead. “Grayson, showing up uninvited and putting on these self-serving displays-how is

that different from stalking me?”