Burning Through 99 Chances in a Year

Everyone thinks I've lost my mind when I marry Bryan Sable. That's because I'm the daughter of the richest family in town, while he's just the owner of a small company.

Everyone says he's only marrying me for my money.

They don't know that he's willing to risk his life just to be with me. He also spent years pursuing me.

On the day of the wedding, apart from the wedding ring, I also give him 99 free passes, saying, "If you ever upset me, you can use one of the free passes to cancel it out. But once you've used up all 99 of them, this marriage ends."

Bryan swears he will never even use a single one of the free passes.

But not long after we get married, he gets involved with his secretary, Roxy Upton. From that moment onward, the free passes get used up in rapid succession.

He uses one when he misses my birthday party because of her. He uses another when I find a hickey left on his neck by someone other than me.

It gets to a point where even our butler can't help but remind Bryan, "Mr. Sable, I think Mrs. Sable is upset right now. Are you sure you want to leave now to go to Ms. Upton?"

But Bryan doesn't think much of it. "If she's upset, let her be upset. What's the worst that can happen? I'll just use one of the free passes. I've only used about 50 of them. I've got plenty of chances left."

He has no clue that he only has three free passes left.

And by now, I no longer kick up a fuss. I'm simply waiting for the day he uses up the final chance. I'm going to watch him dig his own grave, losing me as well as everything I've given him.

Stella's POV

At the party to celebrate my first wedding anniversary with Bryan Sable, Roxy Upton ended up spilling red wine all over her dress.

Bryan, who'd been chatting with a few guests, heard the commotion. He immediately set down his wine glass and walked over to Roxy.

"What happened?"

Clutching the hem of her dress, she kept her head low as she said weakly, "I stained my dress…"

Bryan glanced down at it before saying nonchalantly, "Since it's stained now, just change into another one."

He turned to our butler, Edgar Grady, and instructed, "Bring over one of Stella's evening gowns."

Edgar had just acknowledged the order when Roxy tugged on Bryan's sleeve and said even more softly, "But… I don't want to wear a gown that someone else has already worn before."

Bryan paused for a moment before recalling something. He turned to Edgar and said, "Stella prepared a second evening gown to wear for the latter half of the party, right? Bring that one. It hasn't been worn before."

However, Edgar hesitated and instinctively glanced in my direction. "But Mr. Sable, that evening gown was custom-made for