Left at the Altar, I Married Bigger​

Summary

After my fiancé canceled our wedding for the ninth time—losing another bet to his gorgeous assistant—I set an ultimatum: if the tenth wedding was called off, I’d marry someone else.

He just chuckled. “Hanna, you gave me a kidney. Who else would marry you?” Then he smirked, “Besides, who’d want a walking hospital bill?”

On our tenth wedding day, his assistant Rianne sent him a one-way ticket to New York. The bet: find her at the airport in an hour, and she’d stay for the ceremony.

Richard’s face fell. He tore off his boutonnière and ran.