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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.

Jilted Seven Times on the Wedding

Unexpectedly, Dashiell, who had long since blocked my number, called.


He immediately launched into a tirade, "Why did you post that kind of comment under Aria's video? Don't you know her depression is already very severe?"


"Why are you trying to provoke her like this? What exactly are your intentions?"


I calmly replied, "Dashiell, do you remember that today is supposed to be our wedding day?"


"When you were accompanying Aria to explore the world and enjoy life, did you even think about the fact that today was meant to be our wedding?"


"Did you consider that my aunt and uncle have been anxiously waiting for news from you?"


"Dashiell, between the two of us, who's really more venomous?"


As I spoke, my tears started flowing freely again, as if they held no value.


There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.


Dashiell's voice grew hoarse, "Alright, Juniper, stop making a fuss."


"You know that when Aria's depression gets severe, it can be life-threatening. Now that both her parents are gone, she has no one but me to rely on. Don't hold a grudge against her."


"Once she recovers, I'll come back, and we'll get married. I promise this is the last time, okay?""I've left an apology gift with someone to put in the house. When you see it, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."


There he goes again. After each time Dashiell ditches our wedding, he always leaves me an apology gift as a way of admitting his mistake.


Time after time, those gifts have piled up enough to fill an entire storage room by now.


As if his apology automatically means I'll forgive him.


Dashiell seems to be having a grand old time playing this game of slap after sugar.


Dashiell tried to say more, but Aria's impatient urging could already be heard on the other end of the phone.


I sniffled, "Didn't you lose your memory? How can someone with amnesia remember so many things?"


"Juniper, I knew you loved me the most."


"I'm hanging up now, darling. Love you."


After blowing me a few kisses, Dashiell hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed off to his little childhood sweetheart.


I stared at the phone screen that had long since gone dark, wiped away my tears, and got up to go home.


Chapter 2