Right Choice
Rory's POV
I knew I had made the right decision. By not marrying Logan I mean.
Not because of what my mother thought, that I was too young. Or because his parents obviously hated my guts and would do anything to stop the wedding. Not even because I knew I'd have no chance of a career being a corporate wife.
No, because I didn't love him. I know corny. And cheesy. And clichéd. And about a million other things I don't want to be. But there it is. Go freaking figure.
Either way, I did not love him. And I wasn't about to be stuck in one of those crappy weddings and end up drinking and chain smoking to try and ignore the fact my children hated me, I didn't do anything besides plan parties and have my husband cheat on me.
I absolutely refuse to have that happen to me.
I never really loved anyone. Not even Dean, not really. Not the way I was supposed to. Not the way he wanted me to.
I only ever was in love with Jess. Still after all these years. Again, cliché.
But that was why I was knocking on his door, hours after saying no to Logan, knowing I had finally made the right choice.