Oops, I Married Your Buddy
Noah left me at the altar three times—for his precious Freya.
First time? She threatened to jump off a building.
Second? Said she was moving abroad.
Third? Sent a text saying she was getting forced into some arranged marriage.
Noah, usually Mr. Cool, freaked. Left a packed venue and turned me into a total joke. Again.
I called him. "If you don't come back today, I'm marrying someone else."
He laughed.
"Freya's young. You're too old to be playing games, aren't you?"
I clutched my phone, heart sinking. He knew Freya was bluffing. Still picked her.
That's when I finally gave up.
Later, after he'd calmed her down, he came looking for me.
"Pick a new wedding date," he said, like it was no big deal. "It'll be even grander this time."
A guy's voice cut through, smiling.
"Sorry, man. Gotta get my wife on the plane."