Seventeen Failed Weddings Was Enough
Language: en
Carter and I were getting married, and he insisted that his ex-wife be our maid of honor. This was our seventeenth attempt at a wedding. And for the seventeenth time, Becca fainted in Carter’s arms right as we were about to exchange vows. The ceremony ground to a jarring halt. Carter scooped her up with a practiced, rhythmic ease, his face a mask of grim determination as he announced the wedding was off. Again. I didn't break down this time. I didn't scream or beg. I just stood there in my Vera Wang, watching the man I loved prepare to carry another woman out of our life…