Seventy-Seven Times Jilted At The Wedding

Synopsis

My boyfriend and I had been together for ten years, and he had canceled our wedding seventy-seven times. The first time, the actress in my company had a minor hand injury on set and he left me standing alone at the altar, spending a whole month at her bedside instead. When I became a joke online, he brushed it off, saying, "I'm her manager. It's just work." The second time, the actress bombed an audition, so he ditched our wedding to pull strings to get her the lead role. The third time, I waited in my wedding dress for three whole days. He never showed up. Later, I found out he'd skipped town to throw her a birthday party—complete with fireworks lighting up the city sky. The last time, me and him were one step away from saying "I do," when she called him, crying about breaking a vase. And just like that, he ran to her again. I begged him, "At least finish the ceremony before you go." He just sighed, his tone impatient, ""Be good, okay? Amy is still young. She can't do without me." We had been together for ten years and I had been humiliated for seven years. That day, I finally let go. I ended my contract with my company and walked away. And that was when he panicked, using social media to find me, forcing me to take him back.