After My Fiancée Bailed 50 Times, I Went Home to Be CEO
After five years together, my fiancée Selene—a surgeon—canceled our wedding forty-nine times.
The first time, she was in the middle of makeup when Kaelen, her male intern, messed up a patient’s chart. She rushed back to the hospital and left me waiting at the altar all day.
The second time, just as we were about to exchange rings, she heard Kaelen was being bullied by another doctor. She went back to rescue him. I stayed behind, facing a roomful of smirking guests.
After that, every time I tried to reschedule, that intern had some new emergency. Always needed her. Always right when the wedding was supposed to happen.
I finally decided to end it.
The day I left New York, she searched for me like a madwoman. But I was already gone.