Chapter 3: The Cake
The cake had cost nearly two thousand dollars.
Brielle had reminded Isaiah of that at least three times.
The baker had spent two days assembling the five tiers.
The sugar flowers had been hand-painted.
The top tier was decorated with their initials.
*I + B*
A gold ring of frosting surrounded the bottom.
It was supposed to be the centerpiece of the reception.
Now Isaiah stood beside it with both hands on the wooden cake board.
Brielle stared at him.
"Put it down.""
Isaiah didn't move.
Marcus took one step forward.
"Isaiah...""
"I know.""
His voice was almost calm.
Brielle's eyes darted toward the guests.
"You're not seriously going to ruin our wedding over some paper flowers.""
Isaiah looked at her.
"Some paper flowers?""
"Yes.""
"Made by my grandmother.""
"Yes.""
"For you.""
"I didn't ask her to make them.""
Isaiah nodded.
"That's exactly the problem.""
Brielle shook her head.
"You've lost your mind.""
"No.""
He looked down at the cake.
"I think I've found mine.""
He pulled.
The cake board slid across the table.
The first tier shifted.
Brielle gasped.
"Isaiah!""
He pulled again.
The board scraped against the table edge.
One of the sugar flowers fell.
Then another.
The entire cake tilted.
Several guests stepped backward.
The room erupted in murmurs.
"Move!""
"Get back!""
"What's he doing?""
"Isaiah!""
Brielle rushed toward him.
He raised one hand.
"Stay there.""
She stopped.
"You're going to destroy it.""
Isaiah's eyes never left the cake.
"Yes.""
"Why?""
"Because you're still worried about the cake.""
Her mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
He pulled the board free.
The five tiers tipped forward.
For one impossible second, they seemed to hang in the air.
Then they fell.
The first tier struck the floor.
*THUD.*
The second collapsed into it.
*CRASH.*
Frosting splattered across the polished floor.
Guests gasped.
A child near the dance floor was pulled backward by his mother.
Someone covered their mouth.
A server froze with a tray in her hands.
The beautiful cake became a heap of ivory frosting and broken sugar decorations.
Brielle stared.
"No.""
Isaiah stepped forward.
"Stop!""
She pointed at him.
"That's my wedding cake!""
Isaiah looked at her.
"So was today.""
Brielle's face twisted.
"What is wrong with you?""
He didn't answer.
He looked toward Evelyn.
She was sitting at the table, one hand over her mouth.
Isaiah walked toward the fallen cake.
His dress shoes sank slightly into the frosting.
He stopped.
Then he stepped down.
A tier collapsed beneath his shoe.
A wave of gasps moved through the room.
Brielle screamed.
"Stop!""
Isaiah took another step.
The frosting smeared across the polished floor.
His ivory tuxedo remained spotless.
His expression didn't change.
Brielle rushed toward him.
Marcus caught her by the arm.
"Don't.""
"Let me go!""
"Give him space.""
"That's my cake!""
Marcus looked at the wreckage.
"Right now, I don't think that's what this is about.""
Brielle pulled free.
"You don't know anything about us.""
Marcus stared at her.
"I know what I saw.""
She glared.
"What?""
"You stepped on her flowers.""
Brielle's face hardened.
"Stay out of this.""
Marcus shook his head.
"I wish I could.""
Isaiah stood among the wreckage.
He looked at the gold initials half-buried beneath frosting.
I + B.
He remembered the first time Brielle had told him she wanted a wedding that felt elegant.
He remembered tasting cake samples with her.
He remembered her laughing when one of the flavors was terrible.
He remembered promising to make every decision together.
He remembered Evelyn calling him after the engagement.
"Are you sure, baby?""
"About what?""
"Marriage.""
"Yes.""
"Then don't forget something.""
"What?""
"Love isn't proven by how beautifully somebody treats you in public.""
Isaiah had laughed.
"What does that mean?""
"You'll understand.""
He understood now.
Brielle walked toward him.
Her voice changed.
It became softer.
Almost frightened.
"Isaiah.""
He looked at her.
"You can't do this.""
"What can't I do?""
"Destroy everything.""
Isaiah looked around the room.
"Everything?""
She nodded.
"Our wedding.""
He glanced toward the cake.
"That was already destroyed.""
"No.""
She stepped closer.
"We can fix this.""
He stared at her.
"Can we?""
"Yes.""
"How?""
"I'll apologize.""
Isaiah waited.
She looked toward Evelyn.
For a moment, pride fought fear across her face.
Then she forced the words out.
"I'm sorry.""
Evelyn looked up.
Isaiah's voice was quiet.
"Say it to her.""
Brielle swallowed.
She turned.
"I'm sorry, Evelyn.""
Evelyn's eyes filled.
"For what?""
Brielle hesitated.
Isaiah watched her.
Brielle finally said,
"For... the flowers.""
Evelyn nodded slowly.
"They weren't expensive.""
Brielle's eyes dropped.
"I know.""
"They weren't supposed to be.""
"I know.""
"They were supposed to mean something.""
Silence.
Brielle looked at Isaiah.
He could see the calculation happening behind her eyes.
She had finally realized that the room was no longer on her side.
She stepped closer.
"Isaiah, please.""
He looked at her.
"You called them cheap.""
"I was upset.""
"You crushed them.""
"I was embarrassed.""
"You told my grandmother her gift wasn't good enough for you.""
"I didn't mean—"
"You meant it.""
Her face crumpled.
"Don't leave me.""
Those four words stopped him.
Not because they changed his mind.
Because they confirmed something.
She knew.
She knew exactly where this was going.
Isaiah reached into his pocket.
His fingers touched the wedding band.
Brielle saw the movement.
Her eyes widened.
"No.""
He looked down at the ring.
Then at Evelyn.
Then back at his bride.
"I spent my whole life learning what family means.""
He slowly removed the ring.
Brielle shook her head.
"Isaiah, don't.""
He walked toward the cake table.
The room became completely silent.
He placed the ring on the bare tabletop.
*Clink.*
Brielle stared at it.
Isaiah's voice was steady.
"And she's my grandmother.""
He looked directly at Brielle.
"This wedding is over.""
Brielle reached for him.
"Isaiah—"
He stepped back.
Her hand remained suspended between them.
Behind her, the ruined cake covered the floor.
Beside her, Evelyn held the crushed bouquet against her chest.
And on the empty cake table, the wedding ring gleamed beneath the ballroom lights.
Then a voice came from the doorway.
"Isaiah?""
Everyone turned.
It was the wedding coordinator.
She was holding a large white envelope.
Her face had gone pale.
"I need to give you this before you leave.""
Isaiah frowned.
"What is it?""
The coordinator looked at Brielle.
Then at Evelyn.
Then back at Isaiah.
"It was delivered this morning.""
Isaiah took the envelope.
There was no return address.
Only his name.
*ISAIAH COLE.*
He opened it.
His eyes moved across the first page.
Then stopped.
His face changed.
Brielle noticed.
"What does it say?""
Isaiah slowly looked up.
The first line was enough to make his stomach drop.
*PROPERTY TRANSFER — FINAL NOTICE.*
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