The Seventh Time the Don Turned Our Wedding Into a Mock Divorce, I Left Him

On our seventh anniversary, Damon, the Don of the Voss family, turned what should have been our wedding into a divorce ceremony for the seventh time.

I did not scream or break down sobbing.

I only stood in the middle of the hall like a clown while his friends laughed at me.

"Evelyn, why aren't you laughing? Don't tell us you're actually mad."

Damon came over with a frown and gently wiped the tears from my face.

"Evelyn, stop crying."

"I promise. This is the last time I'll make a joke like this."

I looked at him and suddenly remembered what I had overheard outside his study the night before.

"Don, this is the seventh time you've made a fool of Evelyn. Aren't you afraid she'll leave?"

Damon was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"She won't."

"Everyone knows Evelyn can't live without me."

"Selene once took a bullet for me. Her health has been poor ever since."

"She wanted to see Evelyn fooled seven times. I'm only granting her one last wish."

"After this, I'll marry Evelyn properly and make her my Donna. I'll give her the grandest wedding as compensation."

I had already been humiliated seven times.

No matter how deeply I had loved him, no heart could survive being worn down like that.

Damon did not know I was the hidden heir of the Hale family.

I had never cared about his title as Don.

In three days, I would return to my family and accept the marriage alliance.

I looked up at him.

“The seventh divorce ceremony, right?”

“Go on.”

"Go on?"

Damon's careless smile froze, then slowly faded.

"Evelyn, are you serious?"

My gaze moved past him to the words glowing on the stage.

[Let's Get Divorced.]

Seven years.

So many times, I had imagined him standing in a chapel and telling the world I was his wife.

But in the end, what I got was not a wedding.

It was seven ridiculous divorce ceremonies.

The first time, he had the screen flash those same words halfway through our vows.

Let's get divorced.

I cried so hard I could not speak.

He held me for a long time, telling me it was only a joke, telling me it would never happen again.

Then came the second time.

The third.

And now this.

Every time, he promised it would be the last.

Every time, Selene said she wanted to watch, and I became the price Damon paid for what he owed her.

Suddenly, it all felt pointless.

"Yes," I said. "I'm serious."

"We'll finish the ceremony, just like you wanted."

Damon's expression darkened completely.

After a few seconds, he smiled coldly.

"Fine."

"Then let's finish it."

The people who had been enjoying the spectacle slowly went quiet.

Someone muttered,

"Did they really take it too far? She was fine the last few times."

Another woman gave an ugly little laugh.

"Where could she go?"

"Everyone knows she's been with Damon for