No More 52nd Wedding
I've been in a three-year relationship with Antonio Bianco, the successor of the Bianco family. Everyone knows very well how much he loves me.
But everything has changed the moment Antonio's older brother passes away, leaving behind his newly-widowed wife, Rosetta Serra, who's also pregnant.
Antonio heeds Augusto Bianco's last wish by taking great care of Rosetta. He even ditches me at the altar numerous times for her sake.
On our 51st wedding, Antonio still ends up leaving with Rosetta, who keeps crying her heart out.
I just gaze at the way Antonio scrambles to come up with a new excuse. I notice how skillfully the wedding planning company is cleaning up the wedding venue in advance. I also spot the flash of a provocative smile Rosetta has shown to me behind Antonio's back as she links arms with him.
Suddenly, I feel like a total joke for being with such a man over the past three years.
When the hotel manager gives me the bill, he asks casually, "When will the 52nd wedding be held, Ms. Marino? We can make the preparations in advance."
"There's no need for a wedding anymore," I respond with a smile. "Even if a wedding is to be held, the groom won't be the same person anyway."
After leaving the hotel, I dial the number of the person in charge of the International Medical Organization.
"Hello, I'm Cecilia Marino. I'd like to accept your invitation to join your organization, and I can leave anytime soon."