This was the third time I had gone to City Hall with my boyfriend to sign our marriage papers

This was the third time I had gone to City Hall with my boyfriend to sign our marriage papers, and his neighbor's daughter called him again. He looked at me with hesitation, opening his mouth but saying nothing. "Grace, can we do this next time?" I stood there, looking at him coldly. "The first time we came here, Chloe sprained her ankle, and you abandoned me to rush her to the ER." "The second time, she said she couldn't turn off her stove, and you abandoned me again to go turn it off for her." Before I could finish, my boyfriend interrupted me. "This time is different. Chloe tore her finger on a broken press-on nail." "If I'm not there to put a Band-Aid on it, she'll be in too much pain to bear." With that, my boyfriend turned and ran, leaving me at City Hall once again. Watching his retreating figure, I quietly threw my queue ticket into the trash can. A marriage certificate that couldn't be signed... there was no need to sign it ever again. I walked out of City Hall and took an Uber back to our apartment. I took the elevator up to the 17th floor, stood in front of our future home, and pressed my finger against the scanner. The screen flashed red: Fingerprint not recognized. I tried again. Red again. I typed in the passcode. My birthday, six digits, the one we had used for ten years. "Incorrect passcode." I tried his birthday. "Incorrect passcode. Two attempts remaining." I pulled my hand back. He had stood me up on our wedding registration day, yet he had remembered to change the door code.#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama