My Groom Chose Her Over Our Wedding

"Salvatore… that marriage you once wanted me to have — is it still on the table? If yes, then pick me up by next week. I'll agree to that wedding. Because for the second time, he postponed ours… for Ginevra. I'm done."

Before he could respond, I ended the call. I lowered the phone slowly, my hand trembling as I clutched the lace of my gown. My wedding had become nothing more than a spectacle of pity — my blood-promised husband never even arrived.

When I finally called him, desperate for an explanation, his voice was maddeningly calm, as though he had no idea what I was standing in the…