Always the Fiancée, Never the Bride

I've been engaged to my boyfriend, Evan Shaw, for five years. He's a military commander, which is probably why he has delayed our wedding 56 times so far.

The first delay has occurred because one of his female soldiers, Chloe Brooks, has gotten injured. Evan needs to rush back to the military camp due to the incident, which causes the wedding to be delayed.

The second delay has occurred because Chloe has received a promotion. After sending me to the church's entrance, Evan quickly leaves with the celebratory gifts.

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The 56th delay has occurred halfway throughout the ceremony. Apparently, Chloe has called Evans on the phone and crying about her break-up. Of course, Evan gets ready to ditch me at the altar without hesitation.

I've begged him to not leave me, only for him to remove my hand coldly.

"We can always delay the wedding. The thing is, Chloe wants to jump off a building right now because she's gotten her heart broken. How could you ever compare the importance of your wedding to the life of a nation's pride?"

Evan has told me before that if I want to become a military wife, I need to have a higher endurance limit than others. I need to get used to the fact that he prioritizes others before me.

But I've never even had a proper wedding of my own. How can I be considered a military wife just yet?

So, I submit an application that makes me a covert operative that needs to be transferred back into the government's ranks.

But after I've left, Evan breaks down in tears. With the wedding ring in hand, he tries to make it up to me by promising to complete the unfinished wedding ceremony with me.

"I'm sorry, but Chloe's life matters more right now. I have to go!"

I had been through this exact scene more times than I could count, yet the moment Evan Shaw lowered his head and apologized to me, my heart still ached.

This was the 56th wedding ceremony I was holding with Evan. Every time we reached this moment, some obstacle inevitably tore us apart.

The first time, Chloe Brooks, one of the female soldiers under his command, got hurt in an accident, and he left, even though it tore him up to do it.

The second time, Chloe got promoted. Evan was so overjoyed that he cried, abandoned me at the altar, and rushed off to see her.

The third time, the wedding date I chose happened to fall on her mother's death anniversary. Evan flew into a rage, accused me of having no compassion, and walked out on me again.

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I had lived through that same humiliation 55 times.

And today, everything seemed to be going perfectly for once.

That was until Evan's phone rang at the worst possible moment, right there on the stage. A woman's soft, tearful voice came through the speaker, and Evan's calm expression shattered into pure panic.

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