Wedding Amidst Betrayal

The café was tucked away on a quiet street, far from our usual haunts. I shouldn't have been there—not with Caleb's engagement ring glittering on my finger. But something in his voice when he called had pulled me in.

"I need to see you," he'd said. "There's something important we need to discuss."

I spotted him immediately, his tall frame hunched over a table in the corner. But he wasn't alone.

A woman with glossy dark hair sat across from him, her hand resting on his. Even from a distance, I recognized her—Jazmin Price, Caleb's first love, the one who'd left him heartbroken years ago.

I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. This wasn't what I'd expected.

"Naomi?" Caleb's voice startled me. He'd seen me standing there, watching them. "What are you doing here?"

"I—" My voice caught. "You said you needed to see me."

Something flickered across his face—annoyance? Guilt? He recovered quickly, standing to pull out a chair for me. "Yes, of course. Let's talk."

Jazmin's eyes met mine, wide and innocent. Too innocent.

"Naomi, you remember Jazmin," Caleb said, his hand briefly touching her shoulder. "We were just catching up."

"Of course," I managed, sliding into the seat. "It's been years."

Jazmin smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Caleb's been telling me about the wedding plans. How exciting!"

I glanced at Caleb, waiting for him to clarify why he was meeting her behind my back. Instead, he looked uncomfortable, his eyes darting between us.

"We should go," I said finally, standing. "I thought we had dinner plans."

"Yes," Caleb agreed, not meeting my eyes. "I'll see you at home later."

Later turned out to be very late. I waited at our apartment, dinner growing cold on the table. When he finally walked in at midnight, I could smell unfamiliar perfume on his collar.

"Where were you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Business dinner ran long," he replied curtly, loosening his tie. "Stop interrogating me, Naomi."

Over the next two weeks, something shifted between us. Caleb became distant, irritable. He canceled our anniversary dinner with a vague text message. When I tried to reschedule, he claimed he was too busy with work.

"Can we talk?" I asked one evening, watching him scroll through his phone at the dinner table.

"Not now," he snapped, not looking up. "I'm busy."

At the Bailey family dinner the following night, I watched Caleb's face light up at his phone screen. He smiled—a genuine smile I hadn't seen in weeks.

"Is everything okay with the wedding plans?" my mother asked, her eyes flicking between us.

"Fine," Caleb replied vaguely. "We're still working out the details."

"Less than three months away," my father noted. "You should be finalizing things soon."

Caleb nodded noncommittally. "There's still time."

After dinner, I cornered him in the hallway. "What's going on, Caleb? You've barely spoken to me in days."

"You're being needy," he said coldly. "I have business matters to handle."

"Business matters