After 49 Times, I Dumped Him

For five years, I played the part of the perfect girlfriend. The small-town girl from Idaho who adored her brilliant project director boyfriend, Ralph.

I hid my family’s hotel empire to protect his fragile ego.

He repaid me by canceling our wedding forty-nine times—always for his assistant Olivia.

The forty-ninth time he ditched me, I smiled and said it was fine.

He promised to bring my favorite clam chowder as an apology.

He forgot I was deathly allergic.

That's when I decided to delete him from my life.

Now he's begging for another chance, saying he can't live without me.

Too bad. I'm not the woman he abandoned at the courthouse.

This time, I'm the one watching him break.