My Fiancé Chose His Mistress Over Ninety-Nine Proposals

The tenth time I attempted to have our wedding, Jaxson once again didn't show up. I called him to ask why, forgetting my phone was still connected to the banquet hall's sound system. Everyone heard the scandalous sounds that made my cheeks burn.

"Lilah, today the team at work organized a hike. We're about to reach the summit, so let's talk about the engagement party another time. Gotta go."

A wave of disappointment swept through the crowd, and even the waitstaff looked at me with pity. After ninety-nine proposals, Jaxson had only begrudgingly agreed to our engagement, yet he never actually attended any of our celebrations.

I quietly removed my veil and dropped the engagement ring into the fountain. After seven years of trying to make it work, my constant humility and concessions only led to his increasingly blatant betrayals. Humiliated by the tenth failed attempt, I resolved to let go. He would be permanently erased from my future plans...

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With Jaxson absent, the engagement party awkwardly came to an end. As I was returning the guests' gifts, my Aunt Camilla dismissed me with a worried look.

"Keep this ten grand. Don’t bother sending me a wedding invitation anymore."

"I'm just going to pretend you’re not my niece. Don’t call me your aunt in front of anyone because I can't take that kind of embarrassment anymore!"

Ever since my parents died in a car accident six years ago, Aunt Camilla became one of my few remaining relatives. But after so many failed attempts, even her patience had run dry. And mine too, apparently.

After cleaning up the mess, a waiter approached with a black garbage bag.

"Miss Gardner, I couldn’t find a better bag to fit these, so I had to use a trash bag. Would you like to take these love letters with you or leave them here for the next engagement party?"

I stubbed out my cigarette, feeling drained as I looked at the bulging garbage bag. Inside were the ninety-nine love letters I had written to Jaxson during our courtship. The idea was to have them cascade down from balloons above the stage for a romantic touch.

"Since they're in a trash bag, you might as well throw them away with the trash," I said, shaking my head without further comment.

They say third time’s a charm, but Jaxson stood me up ten times in a row when it came to our engagement celebrations. While I frantically called to find out where he was, he had forgotten the wedding date altogether. He even concocted absurd excuses like claiming he was on a hike.

The call connected, and scandalous sounds echoed throughout the room. I could clearly hear a woman's breathless moans, while Jaxson blandly insisted he was hiking. He couldn’t have imagined how mortified I felt standing on the stage with every eye in the room on me.

It was him who agreed to marry me, him who planned the invitations. Yet the scorn and ridicule