Thirty Six Chances Was My Limit
Language: en
In the five years I’d been with Caroline, she had bailed on me exactly thirty-six times. Twenty of those times, she looked me dead in the eye and swore, "This is the very last time." On the morning of our wedding, she hung up her phone, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her silk robe. "Colin, there’s an emergency at the hospital. I..." She trailed off, the lie catching in her throat. I didn't let her finish. "Go," I said, my voice shockingly level. "I get it. They need you." She blinked, clearly caught off guard by how easy I was making it. "Please don't be mad. I'll take care…