Vows at Sunset

Three days before my wedding, I found out that Shane Dawson had changed the venue from Grandma Mae’s home in the South to Castillo de Sol, the Spanish castle that Tania Collins, his childhood sweetheart, adored.

I confronted him, only to overhear him complaining to his friend, "Thank God Tania has taste. Otherwise, I’d be laughed at for life."

His friend reminded him, "Didn’t you promise her you’d hold the ceremony at her grandmother’s house? Aren’t you afraid she’ll get angry and refuse to marry you?"

Shane just laughed, sharp and dismissive. "The Quinns are on the verge of bankruptcy. Marrying me is her only way out. She can’t afford to gamble. I’ve already asked the planner to call her. She’s probably scrambling to change her flight right now."

Anger and humiliation burned in my chest. I bit down on my lip and, in the end, turned away.

Three days later, the castle wedding went on as scheduled, but I didn’t reschedule my flight. I didn’t show up.

Instead, I stood in Grandma Mae’s old courtyard and exchanged rings with another man.

To this day, Shane doesn’t understand. I never married him for some so-called escape route. I married him for a love that lasted ten years.

However, once the dream was over, it was time for me to choose a different path.

Not long after I left Dawson Corporation, Shane Dawson sent me an address and a photo of our wedding venue: a Spanish castle named Castillo de Sol.

The picture showed the castle’s facade consisting of ivory limestone walls and a blazing golden dome, luxury carved into every line. Right in the center of the shot stood Tania Collins, her curls tumbling over her shoulders, a crimson gown hugging her figure.

My fingers hovered over her radiant smile for two long seconds. The absurdity sank in like ice.

I was the bride. This was supposed to be our wedding venue, chosen for me. Nevertheless, the star of the photo he sent wasn’t me at all. It was her, the so-called "just a friend, don’t overthink it" childhood sweetheart.

After that, Shane went quiet. I knew him too well. He probably thought the wedding planner had already informed me of the change, so he simply passed along the address, just to make sure I’d know where to fly when I rescheduled my ticket.

The anger sat heavy in my chest. I couldn’t understand. He’d promised me the ceremony would be at Grandma Mae’s house. How could he toss that aside without hesitation, just because Tania liked a castle?

By the time I got home, the sky had already darkened. I stepped inside just in time to hear Shane snapping at the housekeeper, Mrs. Dorothy Kent, "Lila Quinn’s not a three-year-old. Do you really have to bother me if she comes home a little late?"

Mrs. Kent hesitated. "But Miss Quinn answered the planner’s call this morning and left afterward. I worried she might have stormed off to—"

Shane cut