Chapter 14


    RICK


    The drama has ended and the story has passed. Vi and the Wedding Whisperer are little but a


    memory and the odd social media meme that pops up here and there.


    Trish’s divorce case has been settled. There really wasn’t much chance for Eric to fight given the


    evidence against him. It’s been one of my easiest cases ever and I’m d it’s over.


    I can’t stop thinking about Vi though. Not because I feel sorry for her but because I want to see her. I


    want to be with her. I’ve tried calling her and sent text messages but she doesn’t answer. I’ve driven by


    her house a few times.


    I know it’s creepy but I don’t care.


    A ‘For Sale’ sign has been hammered into the beautifully manicured frontwn. It tells me she wasn’t


    lying but then I never took her for a liar. All I saw in Vi was a woman who had nothing but the best of


    intentions in her heart. She believed in what she did. It was her passion and creating beautiful days and


    memories for couples made her happy.


    I know she knows I’ve called and sent her messages. I stop calling and sending messages as much as


    I don’t want to. She made it clear she was upset with me and that we’d never be a couple. If she


    wanted to talk to me, she would have answered, would have returned my calls.


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    I don’t drive by her house again for a month. I decide to do it when I visit a client that lives near to her


    and decide to make the detour and just maybe stop in and see if she might warm to me a little.


    As I drive by, I see something that makes me stop the car. I pull to the curb and look at the house as


    my heart sinks. The ‘For Sale’ sign has been reced by a ‘Sold’ sign. I call the agent’s number on the


    sign and am soon connected to the agent who informs me that the house was sold a week ago. She


    tells me that the new owner is taking possession in two days and that Vi has already vacated the


    property. I could ask for a forwarding number or address but I know it’s useless. The agent won’t give


    me Vi’s details. I thank her and hang up. It’s over. I drive off feeling as if the world has lost its color.


    I knew she didn’t want to be with me, she made that clear but I took somefort in the thought that at


    least she was still here and I could drive by her house and maybe pluck up the courage to see her


    again at some point.


    I always hoped that there might be a second chance despite her ignoring my calls and messages.


    I’ve never been big on rtionships for personal reasons. I grew up in a home where both my parents


    cheated on each other. I watched them rip each other and the family apart. Thank God I was an only


    child. It made it easier to run away when I did. I didn’t have to worry about leaving a sister or brother


    behind or taking them with me. I never saw my parents again but I looked them up when I became a


    lawyer. They eventually divorced and moved on. My mother married the man she cheated on my father


    with. My father never married again and passed away a few yearster.


    I’ve always shied away from marriage. I’ve had a few long-term rtionships but they’ve always ended


    when my partner wanted to get engaged or married. I now prefer to stick to the short-term


    rtionships. The shorter the better. It works for me and saves me having to go deep to an emotional


    level that risks either one getting hurt worse than necessary when it ends.


    And feeling the way I do, I can’t help but wonder why I am attracted to Vi more than I have ever


    been attracted to any other woman. Surely, I would have hurt her with my inability tomit so maybe


    what happened was a blessing in disguise…