After Being Stood Up Nineteen Times, I Walked Away

Nineteen times. That's how many times Lucas promised to marry me, only to leave me standing alone because of her. Today was supposed to be our day. But as I stood in the biting cold outside the restaurant, watching him carefully help Selena into his Maybach, the marriage application still tucked in my purse, I finally understood—that "someday" would never come. "Let's reschedule the registration, okay?" he'd said without even looking at me. I walked straight to HR and submitted my resignation. Then I accepted the offer from the Morinetti family—his sworn enemies. As I boarded my flight to the West Coast, my phone exploded with messages. "We agreed to go to City Hall today. Where are you?" I glanced at the screen one last time, then powered it off. "We're done."