Left at the Altar? I Married My Neighbor Instead.

Summary

For the tenth time, my fiancée got a call right before the wedding, and for the tenth time, she ran off with her childhood best friend.

I stood alone at the altar, once again a complete laughingstock.

Swallowing my pride, I tried to contact her, begging her to come back and finish the ceremony.

But she wouldn't even pick up her phone!

Her so-called "friend," Chad, smugly sent me a picture of the two of them in bed together, boasting, "I win!"

My heart turned to ice.

We'd planned this wedding ten times, and each time, it was postponed.