Nine Postponed Weddings Too Many
Language: en
When Preston Carmichael’s little sidepiece threatened to kill herself for the umpteenth time, he postponed our wedding. Again. That made nine times in five months. My stomach was so swollen by now that anyone with eyes could see I was carrying his child. This time, I didn't shrink back. I looked him dead in the eye and asked, "Are we getting married or not?" In my past life, my chronic weakness allowed him to push the date back until it became a cruel joke. It dragged on until my mother, sick with the stress and humiliation of it all, was hospitalized. Desperate, heavily pregnant, I had…