I Married the Don Instead, and My Ex Came Crawling Back
One second before the ceremony was set to begin, my groom, Alvin Mercer, suddenly turned and walked out.
"Lillian, Hannah's exhibition is falling apart. She's home alone right now and I have to be with her. We'll reschedule the wedding."
Hannah Deneuve was the maid's daughter he'd grown up with.
I caught him by the cuff. My voice came out flat and cold. "Alvin, this is the sixth time you have called off our wedding for her. If you walk out that door today, you and I are finished."
But Alvin flung my hand off. "Enough! We can get married any time. Hannah needs me right now!"
He left without looking back, and my heart slowly went cold.
The priest clutched his Bible, visibly uncomfortable, and