“Oh,” he said, his voice gruff. “Oh, about that.”
“About what?”
“The wedding. Victoria and I have decided to call it off.”
Mary arched her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean we’re calling it off. The relationship wasn’t working, so we’re no longer engaged.”
“But you were perfect for each other.”
“We really weren’t. We’re really different, and it just wasn’t working out. I’m sorry if it disappoints you—”
“Disappoints me!” Mary repeated, her tone slightly shrill. “Disappoints me! The girls need a mother. You can’t possible think—”
“I can take care of what the girls need,” he interrupted, feeling another wave of frustration. “And what they definitely don’t need is for me to be stuck in a marriage that I don’t want. That would be the worst possible thing for them.”
“But we’d discussed it. You’d agreedthat—”