Twenty-Two Weddings, One Lifetime of Regret
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My fiancé and I held twenty-one weddings. I put on my wedding dress twenty-one times, only to crawl out of pools of blood each time.
Car accidents. Shootings. Explosions. Fires.
Everyone said I was cursed, that I was bad luck for my husband.
I was the only fool who believed they were accidents.
Until the twenty-second time.
That day, covered in blood, I escaped from an ambush back to headquarters and heard him say coldly over the walkie-talkie, "She won't die. Save Valerie first."
It turned out all the accidents were personally arranged by him.
He didn't love me—he just owed my parents a debt he could never repay.
So he staged disaster after disaster to get out of marrying me.
At the twenty-second wedding, I didn't wait for him to cancel.
This time, I was the one who called it off.
Car accidents. Shootings. Explosions. Fires.
Everyone said I was cursed, that I was bad luck for my husband.
I was the only fool who believed they were accidents.
Until the twenty-second time.
That day, covered in blood, I escaped from an ambush back to headquarters and heard him say coldly over the walkie-talkie, "She won't die. Save Valerie first."
It turned out all the accidents were personally arranged by him.
He didn't love me—he just owed my parents a debt he could never repay.
So he staged disaster after disaster to get out of marrying me.
At the twenty-second wedding, I didn't wait for him to cancel.
This time, I was the one who called it off.























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