Chapter 1

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.

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The seventh wedding between Dashiell and me ultimately ended in failure.

The groom ran away, leaving only the bride behind.

Dashiell's mother was anxiously pacing back and forth with her phone, which finally connected.

Dashiell's very impatient voice came through, "Enough! I don't want to get married, and that's that. Why are you all forcing me to?"

"Go tell Juniper that I've lost my memory, I can't marry him. Tell him to just find someone else to marry."

"I'm going to Antarctica with Aria to see penguins. Don't bother me."

The call was abruptly ended, and no matter how many times she tried, it wouldn't connect again.

Dashiell's mother looked at me with a face full of guilt, "Juniper, Dashiell has wronged you."

"This child, he's truly terrible."

I lifted my dress and smiled understandingly, "It's alright, Auntie. You should go home and rest too."

I should have known. Dashiell wouldn't so easily step into this wedding venue.

After all, in the previous six weddings, Dashiell had run away each time.

The first time was delayed by a car accident, the second time he missed it due to traffic, the third time he overslept and forgot...Dashiell had already used the "amnesia" excuse for the second time.

It was too weak and monotonous.

I couldn't even be bothered to call him out on it.

To be honest, I didn't feel that heartbroken. Instead, I felt relieved that Dashiell didn't show up.

Otherwise, I would have actually married him.

Getting married successfully on the seventh try would have felt pretty strange to me.

I numbly scrolled through videos on my phone when I came across one posted by Aria, Dashiell's childhood sweetheart, on social media.

Under a brilliant blue sky, on a luxurious yacht surrounded by flowers and balloons, Dashiell was down on one knee proposing to Aria in the white suit he was supposed to wear at our wedding.

The caption read: [My beloved finally proposed to me!]

I couldn't help but laugh.

I casually dropped a "666" in the comments.

After all, just last month on the exact same date, Dashiell had proposed to me in the same way.

He didn't even change his proposal speech.

Back then, Dashiell's eyes were full of sincerity as he knelt on one knee, holding out the ring, and said, "Juniper, marry me. I promise you a lifetime of carefree happiness and freedom."He personally oversaw every detail of the wedding, from the grandest arrangements down to the smallest touches. He even sketched the design for my bridal bouquet himself.

This level of involvement was unprecedented in his previous six marriages, making it all seem so real that I truly believed he was going to marry me this time.

In the end, it was all for nothing, like drawing water with a wicker basket.