I realized it when I came home and saw you. I shook my head. You're still making this about what you want. What do you want me to say? The truth.
She stood. I want you. You had me. I know. Then you should have remembered that before you went to him.
She stepped closer. I can fix this. No. Charlie, please. No.
Her expression hardened. You're not even going to try? I already tried. You made your choice. She turned away, then suddenly said, David told me something else.
I looked at her. What? He said I shouldn't marry you. Mike looked up from the paperwork. Why?
Lindsay shook her head. He said if I could sleep with him before my wedding, I wasn't ready to marry anyone. I almost smiled. Finally, he said something useful. Lindsay stared at me.
There's something else you need to know. What? She looked down. I told David that if he wanted me back, I would leave you. I stared at her.
You told him that before you went to see him? She nodded. Yes. That was the first thing she had said all day that genuinely surprised me. I reached for my phone.
I'm calling him. Lindsay immediately grabbed my wrist. Don't. I pulled my hand free. Why?
Because there's nothing to gain. That isn't your decision anymore. I called the number she had given me. David answered. I introduced myself.
There was a long silence. Then he said, I figured you'd eventually call. Did Lindsay tell you she would leave me? Yes. Did she tell you she was marrying me in 3 weeks?
Yes. Mike looked at me. David continued. She said she wasn't sure she'd go through with it. I looked at Lindsay.
Her face had gone completely white. I thanked David and ended the call. Lindsay whispered, Charlie. I held up my hand. You wanted closure.
I picked up the wedding folder. You got it. Then I walked into the bedroom and closed the door. By Monday morning, the wedding was officially canceled. There were still contracts to settle, deposits to recover, and vendors to notify.
But the date was gone. So was the engagement. Lindsay moved into her sister's apartment across town. I didn't ask her to leave immediately, and I didn't throw her belongings outside. I gave her 2 days to pack everything she needed.
On the second evening, her father, Richard, came to the house. I opened the door. Charlie. Richard. He looked uncomfortable.