Chapter 3 - The Wedding That Never Happened
By noon the next day, the wedding was canceled.
The ballroom had already been decorated.
White roses climbed the walls.
Champagne had been chilled.
A string quartet waited near the ceremony arch.
Guests began arriving in black cars and formal gowns, only to find the venue closed and a notice posted at the entrance.
EVENT CANCELED DUE TO LEGAL EMERGENCY.
No one needed the details.
They got them anyway.
By evening, stories had spread through Raymond’s social circle.
Giselle had been arrested.
Raymond’s accounts had been frozen.
Palmer Strategic was under investigation.
And the ex-wife Raymond had dismissed as weak, unstable, and dependent was the person whose trust had financed the empire he claimed as his own.
The headlines were cruel.
But not crueler than he had been.
Raymond called me from his attorney’s office that night.
I almost did not answer.
Then I looked down at Hayden, sleeping beneath the soft lights of the NICU, and decided I was done being afraid of difficult conversations.
“Serena,” Raymond said.
His voice was different.
No laughter.
No control.
Only exhaustion.
“Hayden is stable,” I said before he could ask.
There was silence.
Then a quiet breath.
“Can I see him?”
“Not yet.”
“I’m his father.”
“Yes.”
“I have rights.”
“You have responsibilities too.”
Raymond’s voice tightened.
“I didn’t know you were pregnant.”
“You knew enough to ask if he was yours before asking whether he was alive.”
He did not respond.
I continued.
“You did not call for three months. You ignored every update. You did not ask about the pregnancy, the doctor appointments, or the complications. You only came when you realized there was information you could not control.”
“I was angry.”
“You were cruel.”
“I thought you were trying to punish me.”
“I was trying to survive you.”
For a moment, the line was completely quiet.
Then Raymond spoke again.
“I loved you once.”
I closed my eyes.
“That is the saddest part.”
He inhaled slowly.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I loved you too. And I kept mistaking the person you were capable of being for the person you chose to become.”
His voice cracked.
“Can we fix this?”
I looked at the tiny hand curled against Hayden’s blanket.
“No.”
“Serena—”
“You do not repair a marriage by apologizing after you lose control of it. You do not become a father because you are afraid the world will see what you ignored.”
He said nothing.
Then, quietly, he asked, “Will you let me be part of Hayden’s life?”
I thought carefully.
“I will let the court decide what is safe for Hayden. And I will make sure he has every chance to know the truth when he is old enough.”
“What truth?”
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“That his father had a choice.”
I ended the call.
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