My Vampire Fiancé Left Me at the Altar 33 Times
He took a ring from his pocket—the very vow-ring I had once longed to wear.
“I know I hurt you. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” his voice choked, his eyes red-rimmed. “But please, give me one more chance. Let me propose to you again, properly.”
A round of applause erupted.
“Say yes! Say yes!” some of the younger vampires started chanting.
I stared at the man before me.
He had orchestrated this entire drama, putting me in the spotlight to force my hand.
The old Larissa, the one who loved him so desperately, might have been moved. She might have felt that even this fake, romantic gesture was worth forgiving everything for.