You Want That Watch? Then Watch Me Leave

I turned away, pulled out my phone, and called my assistant, Sam Glenn. "Sam, release everything. I'm ready for the divorce."

My voice was calm, edged with icy satisfaction.

Dad was the first to storm onto the stage. A lifetime in the military did nothing to contain his fury. He slapped me hard across the face. "You ungrateful brat! Get on your knees! You won't say a word today. I'll skin you alive if I have to!"

Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood at the corner of my mouth.

Mom rushed toward me, tears streaming down her face, grabbing my arm. "Jayden, tell me what's going on. You and Yasmin grew up together. We watched your love blossom. How could a watch lead to this?"

"Exactly!" Dad shouted, pointing at me. "Do you forget who brought you water every day? Who stayed by your side for three days when you were sick? It was this woman. And today, you treat her like this? Do you have no conscience?"

Yasmin sobbed in Mom's arms, nearly collapsing from grief. "Jayden, you hate this watch, don't you? I'll take it off now. Please don't reject me…"

She fumbled with the strap, her hands trembling as if the simple motion drained all her strength.

"Stop. It's too late," I said coldly.

Those words hit harder than any slap. Yasmin froze, staring at me in disbelief.

Dad's anger boiled over. He kicked the back of my knee, forcing me to kneel before her. "Apologize! You beast! Whether you like it or not, this wedding will happen today!"

I straightened my back and refused to speak. The guests had shifted from shock to outrage. "This Jayden is a monster. She's willing to compromise, and he's still so cold and heartless."

"The Walsh family really drew the short straw by marrying into this family," someone from the crowd said.

"Scumbag. A top-tier scumbag," a voice from the crowd called out.

Realizing brute force wasn't working, Dad tried a different approach. He softened his voice. "Jay, I know you're not unreasonable. There must be something behind this. Talk to us. We can fix it. Don't break Yasmin's heart."

All eyes were on me, waiting for an explanation.

I smiled, looking at Yasmin's tear-streaked face. I spoke slowly and deliberately. "I don't want to be with her anymore. I'm tired of it. Isn't that allowed?"

It was like throwing ice water on a grease fire.

The hall erupted.

Yasmin collapsed against Mom's shoulder. Her body hung limp and lifeless, the light in her eyes completely gone.

"Jayden, you can stop loving me, but you cannot humiliate me like this. Do ten years of our love mean nothing to you?" Her voice was barely audible—fragile, trembling.

"You heartless brat." Mom's expression shifted from pain to complete disappointment. Dad's fists clenched, veins bulging as he held back another strike.

I ignored them. Slowly, I pushed myself to my feet and brushed the dust off my knees. In front of everyone, I looked down at Yasmin with cold disdain and delivered my final words. "See you in court."

The wedding collapsed into chaos.

Dad publicly announced that he supported Yasmin and warned that if I didn't turn back, I would be cut off from the Burke family.

The next day, headlines exploded across every platform.

"The Burke Heir Calls Off Wedding Over a Watch, Ten Years of Love Destroyed" and "Heartless Heir from the Burke family Breaks Devoted Woman's Heart" went viral, topping trending lists.