He Cheated 99 Times, Then Begged at My Wedding

Ninety-nine times I'd caught Duncan cheating. By now, panic was a thing of the past. All that was left in his eyes was irritation：

“How many times is this now? Sure, I can apologize—but I already told you I'm not changing. Next time I'll just be smarter about hiding it.”

I pressed my hand against the tight knot in my belly, eyes stinging so badly I could barely keep them open：

“I don't need an apology. You know that when you cheat, I can only……”

He cut me off, impatient：“Your people will die of shame on your behalf, and you'll get dragged back for an arranged marriage, right?”