Jilted Seven Times on the Wedding

When Dashiell, for the seventh time, feigned amnesia to break off our engagement and travel the world with his little childhood sweetheart,

I was exhausted, and weary.

In the video, he was passionately kissing his little childhood sweetheart on a cruise ship.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number that had been waiting, "Dad, I agree to the arranged marriage."

A billion-dollar dowry instantly hit my account.

On the day of my wedding, Dashiell happened to call, "Darling, I've regained my memory. Will you marry me?"

"This time, I absolutely won't leave you again."

I told him to look up, where I stood in a pristine white wedding gown, arm-in-arm with my new groom, smiling down at him.