“Cold feet” Zane muttered as he read.
He’d researched the term up for his runaway fiancée as he sat hunched over, elbows supported by his walnut table partially coated with a burgundy faux leather as his eyes drifted through the texts.
“A term characterized by a feeling of uncertainty around moving forward with your wedding to your future spouse”
More like backstabbing, he thought resentfully whilst his thumbs steered to dial a certain number.
“The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable” Zane inhaled deeply as though he hadn’t attempted to do so just a mere half a minute ago. All set to get a new phone. “please leave a message after the beep”
Her voicemail was full with minutes of long silence. It felt foolish of him to chase about someone who had willingly aband
