He Cancelled Our Wedding 99 Times So I Married Someone Else

The day before the wedding, Oscar Hayward was with me at the bridal shop, picking out my dress.

I had just stepped out of the fitting room.

Oscar was already shrugging off his suit jacket in a panic, turning to leave.

"Bea's sick. Mildred can't handle it alone. I need to get to the hospital. Tomorrow's wedding is off."

There was a time I would have grabbed his arm and demanded to know who mattered more to him—me, or Mildred Fox and her daughter.

But this time, watching his back disappear through the door, I didn't try to stop him.