My Family Wants Me Gone, I Take Their Luck With Me

It was my eighteenth wedding with Julian Sterling, and once again all the guests left with my adopted sister. My parents called, impatient and barely hiding it. "Seraphina's stomach is acting up again. We're taking her to the hospital. Just deal with the wedding, you've canceled enough of them to know the drill." My maid of honor, my best friend since childhood, clicked her tongue at me over the phone. "You really think your wedding is more important than Seraphina's health? She nearly passed out from the pain and you didn't want us looking after her. When did you become this cruel?" And my fiancé didn't even bother to call. He just texted: Wedding's off. We'll figure it out later. I rolled those words around in my head. He'd used that same line to brush me off eighteen times. A cold laugh slipped out before I could stop it, and I realized I felt nothing at all. Eighteen times. Enough. I'm leaving them in three days.