"Cheryl?"
Back in North City, Jacob returned to the apartment. The living room was dark.
No one home. The kitchen was spotless. Even the wooden-handled chef's knife I always used was gone.
He pushed open the bedroom door. Half the closet was empty.
On the nightstand, the engagement ring rested quietly beside my note.
Jacob froze. He immediately pulled out his phone and called me, again and again.
No answer.
Eventually the calls started going straight to voicemail.
A feeling of dread settled into his chest. He quickly called the wedding planner instead.
The planner answered almost immediately, "Mr. West, Ms. Wilson came in this afternoon to cancel everything. She paid the remaining balance and left the wedding group chat. You... didn't know?"
"What?" His voice turned cold. "She's
