The Third Marriage Certificate
My grandfather raised me after my parents died. Before his health failed, his only wish was to see me married and safe.
So I begged the man I had loved for six years to marry me. Seventeen times. On the seventeenth, Grant Hale finally agreed.
Then, on the day we were supposed to sign our marriage certificate, he walked out of the City Clerk's office with his childhood sweetheart on his arm.
"I lost a bet to Nora," he said, laughing as he handed me a fake certificate. "Take this to your grandfather. He will never know the difference."
When I begged him to come with me, he shook off my hand.
"Stop being dramatic. I got married today. I do not have time for you. If you are that desperate for a husband, go inside and marry some random guy. I will not stop you."
So I did.