Chapter 2 — The Job I Never Agreed to Quit
“Who told you I was quitting my job?”
Seth spun around, nearly colliding with a folding chair.
Heather stood beside a table of wedding programs, wearing a navy dress that complemented my bouquet.
Neither spoke initially.
Then Seth smiled.
It wasn’t his usual expression. It was the reassuring smile he used when customers complained about electrical repairs and he wanted them to believe everything was under control.
“Natalie. Hey. You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony.”
“Answer my question.”
His smile vanished.
Heather glanced between us.
“Did you not know about the daycare arrangement?”
“What daycare arrangement?”
Seth approached.
“Let’s not do this right now.”
I avoided his hand.
“Heather, what exactly did Seth tell you?”
She swallowed.
“He said you wanted to take some time off after the wedding. That you were thinking about leaving the dental office.”
“I never said that.”
“He told me you’d be watching the kids while I worked.”
“For how long?”
She looked toward her brother.
“Until next summer.”
My stomach sank.
“Next summer?”
Seth rubbed his neck.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“Three kids. Ten hours a day. Five days a week. For almost a year?”
“Natalie—”
“Is that what you promised?”
His hesitation answered me.
I faced Heather.
“I haven’t quit my job. I haven’t even considered quitting my job.”
Her expression shifted.
“But Seth said you’d talked to your boss.”
I retrieved my phone from the satin purse Paige had given me that morning.
My hands trembled so badly that I entered the wrong passcode twice.
Finally, I opened Dr. Bennett’s email.
Its subject read: Office Manager Position.
I showed Heather the screen.
“This came Wednesday. Dr. Bennett is offering me a promotion. I’m supposed to give her my answer Monday.”
Heather examined the opening paragraph, frowning.
“You’re being promoted?”
“Yes.”
Seth leaned forward.
“You didn’t tell me you were accepting it.”
“I haven’t accepted it yet.”
“Exactly. So I thought—”
“You thought what?”
He sighed.
“I thought maybe this was a good time for us to rethink things.”
I stared.
“Us?”
“Your schedule. Heather’s situation. Everything.”
“Then why wasn’t I part of the conversation?”
Heather lowered my phone.
“Seth, you told me Natalie wanted this.”
“She does love the kids.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He turned on his sister.
“Don’t start acting like I forced you into anything. You were thrilled when I came up with the idea.”
Heather went pale.
“I was thrilled because you said she’d agreed.”
I’d never seen her so alarmed.
Heather and her husband Colin had separated roughly a year earlier. They shared parenting duties, but his rotating warehouse shifts made childcare difficult.
She worked full-time handling insurance claims and couldn’t take three small children to her office.
“What about their daycare?” I asked.
Heather pressed her lips together.
“I gave two weeks’ notice. They require it.”
“Can you call and get their places back?”
“I tried asking about Maddie’s spot yesterday because her teacher said she’d miss her. The director told me all three places had already been offered to families on the waiting list.”
Seth waved dismissively.
“We’ll figure something out.”
Heather faced him.
“You told me it was figured out.”
His jaw tightened before he looked at me.
“Can we please stop making this into a crisis? It’s our wedding day.”
I nearly laughed.
“Our wedding day?”
“Yes.”
“The day you planned to marry me before telling me I was giving up my career?”
“That’s not fair.”
“What part isn’t fair?”
He lowered his voice.
“People are going to hear you.”
There it was.
He wasn’t concerned about betraying me or putting Heather’s employment at risk.
He was worried someone might overhear.
I stepped closer.
“Did you honestly expect me to wake up Monday morning, find out I was supposed to babysit three children, and just not go to work?”
He looked at Heather, then me.
“I thought we’d have a little time to talk about it after the wedding.”
“You told her I’d already agreed.”
“Because I knew we’d work it out.”
I turned toward Heather.
“Did you ever try asking me directly?”
She hesitated.
“I wanted to.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Seth said you were uncomfortable talking about leaving your job. That you didn’t want everyone making a big deal about it.”
I faced him again.
He remained silent.
A chapel bell sounded in the distance.
It was five minutes before two.
Seth checked his watch.
“Okay. We need to get ready.”
He reached for me, but I pulled back.
“No. You and I need to talk.”
Heather started speaking, and I interrupted.
“Please. Give us a minute.”
She agreed and left, clutching her phone.
Seth closed the door, then faced me with the weary expression of someone dealing with a problem he hadn’t caused.
“Look,” he said. “I know you’re upset.”
“You don’t know half of how upset I am.”
He adjusted his jacket.
“Then tell me what you want me to say.”
I studied him.
He wore the tie I’d selected and was supposed to become my husband in five minutes.
Suddenly, I couldn’t imagine anything he might say that would make this right.
Chapter 3 — He Thought I’d Come Around
“I need you to tell me why you did this,” I said.
Seth rested against the table.
“I was trying to help my sister.”
“By giving her my time?”
“By helping our family.”
“Heather’s your sister. They’re your nieces and nephews. Why aren’t you the one staying home with them?”
He frowned.
“You know I can’t just stop working.”
“Neither can I.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“My job pays more.”
That was generally true. As a licensed electrician who frequently worked overtime, Seth earned more than I did.
But I supported myself, had employer-provided health insurance and retirement savings, and genuinely enjoyed my work.
I’d invested years mastering insurance claims, scheduling, personnel issues, and the countless responsibilities that kept our dental office functioning.
He seemed to dismiss all of it.
“And what happens to my health insurance?” I asked.
“You’d be on mine after we got married.”
“What happens to my retirement contributions?”
“We’ll figure that out.”
“My promotion?”
“Natalie, people change careers all the time.”
I stared at him.
“I don’t want to change careers.”
He sighed.
“You’ve always said you wanted to spend more time with family.”
“I meant our family. Someday. When we made that decision together.”
“That’s what this is.”
“No. This is a decision you made without me.”
His patience broke.
“Heather’s struggling, okay? Do you have any idea what she pays for daycare?”
“Yes. She’s told me.”
“Then you know how much we could help her.”
“We?”
He looked away.
“Come on. You know what I mean.”
I suddenly noticed how frequently he said we.
We could help Heather.
We could sacrifice.
We could manage somehow.
Yet I alone was expected to surrender my employment.
I imagined Monday morning: Heather arriving with Maddie, Ben, and Owen at 7:30, Seth heading to a job site, and me preparing meals, changing diapers, cleaning messes, arranging activities, and supervising naps.
The same routine would repeat every weekday.
Then Seth would return and praise how much we’d helped his sister.
“I’ve watched those kids before,” I said. “You know I have.”
“Exactly.”
“For a few hours. When Heather asked me and I was available.”
“What’s the difference?”
His question astonished me.
“The difference is that I said yes.”
He fell silent.
I studied his expression.
“You knew I wouldn’t agree to this, didn’t you?”
He crossed his arms.
“I knew you’d have concerns.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Natalie, we’ve been planning this wedding for a year. You’ve been stressed. Every conversation about money turns into a whole thing.”
“Because you keep saying everything will work out without explaining how.”
He laughed bitterly.
“And this is exactly why I didn’t bring it up earlier.”
Silence followed.
I waited, hoping he would recognize what he’d admitted.
Instead, he continued.
“I figured once the wedding was over, once we were settled, you’d be more open to it.”
“So you deliberately waited until after I was your wife?”
He shifted uncomfortably.
“I wouldn’t put it that way.”
“How would you put it?”
“I thought you’d come around.”
Those words hurt more than his previous explanations.
For three years, I’d believed Seth valued my perspective even during disagreements.
We’d argued about finances and his habit of offering relatives weekend help before checking his schedule.
I’d considered those ordinary relationship problems.
Now I wondered how many of his decisions relied on me eventually surrendering.
“Did you promise Heather a year of childcare because you thought I’d agree,” I asked, “or because you thought I wouldn’t be able to refuse after the wedding?”
He stared.
“You’re making me sound like some kind of monster.”
“I asked you a question.”
“I love you.”
“That wasn’t an answer.”
He moved closer.
“Look, we can compromise. Maybe you keep working part-time. Maybe Heather finds someone else to cover a few days.”
“She canceled daycare because you promised her I would do it.”
“Then we’ll have to help her for a little while.”
“We?”
He raised both hands in frustration.
“Do you have to challenge every word I say?”
Tears gathered in my eyes.
Not because he’d raised his voice, but because I was recognizing qualities I’d refused to acknowledge.
Someone knocked.
“Natalie?”
It was Paige.
Seth turned toward the door.
“Give us another minute.”
She remained outside.
“Reverend Thomas is asking whether to start. Everyone’s seated.”
Seth looked at me.
“Please. We have seventy people out there. My parents have been saving for their part of this wedding. Your mom has family who drove three hours.”
I knew every detail.
I’d organized seating arrangements, contacted the caterer twice that week, and folded the wedding programs myself.
His voice softened.
“Let’s get married. Then we can sit down tomorrow and figure out the childcare.”
I looked at my gown.
I’d purchased it eight months earlier. Though modestly priced compared with many wedding dresses, it was the most expensive garment I’d ever owned.
Mom had cried when I tried it on.
Only that morning, I’d imagined Seth’s reaction when he saw me walking down the aisle.
I still loved him.
That made the decision agonizing.
I wanted the man I’d believed him to be.
But I couldn’t marry him merely because seventy people were waiting.
Another knock interrupted us.
Seth lowered his voice.
“Don’t embarrass me in front of everyone.”
I looked up.
His words finally clarified everything.
He hadn’t apologized or asked what I wanted.
He only wanted me to shield him from the consequences of his actions.
I opened the door.
Paige stood there with three safety pins, her smile fading as she saw my expression.
“Natalie?”
“Please get Reverend Thomas,” I said.
Seth stepped forward.
“What are you doing?”
I continued looking at Paige.
“Tell him I’m not going through with the wedding.”
Chapter 4 — The Wedding That Never Happened
Paige didn’t question my decision.
She glanced at Seth and gently took my hand.
“Okay.”
Seth followed us into the hallway.
“Wait. Nobody’s canceling anything.”
I turned.
“I am.”
His expression hardened.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
“Over babysitting?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
I met his eyes.
“Because you knew I might say no, so you made the decision without me and tried to make sure I couldn’t change it.”
He began to respond, but I continued.
“That’s not how I want to start a marriage.”
Reverend Thomas arrived shortly afterward.
He was a kind man in his sixties who’d spent the past month helping us prepare our vows.
He examined our faces.
“Would you like a few minutes alone to talk?”
“We already talked,” I said.
He nodded.
“Are you asking to postpone the ceremony?”
I looked toward Seth.
He seemed convinced I would eventually stop being unreasonable.
“No,” I said.
“I’m asking you to tell everyone there won’t be a wedding.”
Seth muttered a curse.
Reverend Thomas suggested moving into the bridal room, and Mom arrived a minute later.
She stopped upon seeing me.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
Explaining meant admitting that the man I’d trusted had secretly made decisions about my entire future.
I sat beside the mirror.
“I can’t marry him.”
Mom’s eyes filled with tears.
“Did something happen?”
I nodded.
She sat next to me.
“Do you want to tell me?”
“Not right now.”
She held my hand.
“Okay.”
Nothing else.
She didn’t mention the wedding expenses or our waiting relatives.
She simply accepted my answer.
For the first time that afternoon, I broke down crying.
Seth appeared in the doorway.
“Can I please talk to my fiancée?”
Mom stood.
“She said she doesn’t want to talk right now.”
He looked past her.
“Natalie, you’re throwing away three years.”
I wiped my cheeks.
“I’m not the one who did that.”
He shook his head.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
Despite everything, happy memories returned.
Seth had once driven two hours to repair my father’s porch, brought me soup when I had the flu, and held my hand the night my grandmother died.
Those moments had been genuine.
That only made it harder to reconcile them with his behavior now.
Reverend Thomas asked him to leave us alone.
This time, he complied.
Minutes later, the chapel music stopped.
I heard murmuring, shifting chairs, and Reverend Thomas speaking into the microphone.
He announced the ceremony was canceled, apologized for the inconvenience, and requested privacy.
He offered no explanation.
I appreciated his discretion.
Guests began departing.
Paige sat beside me while Mom contacted the reception coordinator.
The food was already prepared. Some could be packed and donated if arrangements were possible, but most deposits were nonrefundable.
We’d already paid for the flowers, and the cake was waiting at the reception venue.
The financial aftermath would take weeks to resolve.
My phone buzzed repeatedly.
One cousin asked whether I was okay. An aunt wondered whether there’d been an emergency. Someone from Seth’s family insisted that couples always disagreed and I shouldn’t make a permanent choice while upset.
I switched my phone off.
Paige helped remove my veil, needing three attempts to loosen a stubborn pin without pulling my hair.