Gone with the Thirteenth Vow

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Seven years of marriage. My husband ran from our wedding thirteen times.

The first time, his personal assistant sprained her ankle. I stood alone under the flower arch, waiting from sunset until midnight.

The second time, she had a migraine. He left the ring box on the altar and walked away.

After that, every single time we set a wedding date, something happened to her. Food poisoning. Anxiety attack. A leak in her apartment. Thirteen times. Every single one.

After the thirteenth, I fina