The Don's Regret
Don Vincent White and I were known as soulmates.
Everyone in the city said so.
But our wedding never happened.
Every time we tried, something got in the way. Bad weather. Scheduling conflicts. Emergencies.
Three years ago, Vincent had to leave overseas to handle urgent family business. Before he went, he kissed my forehead and said, "I promise this is the last time. Wait for me."
I believed him.
So I waited. One thousand, ninety-five days.
Ten days ago, he finally came back.
I thought the three-year wait was over. I thought we would finally have our wedding.
Then last night, I overheard him talking to his underboss, Marco Blue, outside his study.
"You're really going to marry Miss
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