She Fed My Kidney To Hounds

Summary

My fiancée's twenty-something assistant loved a good bet, and for the nineteenth time, she'd canceled our wedding because she'd "lost" to him.

I warned her again, “Izzy, if you pull this again, I’m marrying someone else.”

Isabella Moretti, the CEO of Moretti Global and the woman I was supposed to marry, just laughed, completely unconcerned.

“Grant, you literally gave me a kidney. How are you going to marry anyone else?” She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “And besides, who else would take on damaged goods like you?”