He Delayed Our Wedding Ten Times to Please His Secretary, So I Made Him Lose Everything

My fiancé canceled our wedding for the ninth time after losing a bet to his pretty assistant.

I seriously told him that if he canceled it a tenth time, I'd marry someone else.

But he only chuckled, "Becca, you even gave me one of your kidneys. How could you possibly marry anyone else? Besides, who else would be willing to marry someone as sickly as you?"

On the day of our tenth scheduled wedding, his beautiful assistant sent him a one-way plane ticket to the US. She bet that if he could find her within an hour, she would stay and attend the wedding.

Hudson's expression turned grim as she gripped the ticket. Then, he ripped the corsage off his chest and rushed out of the hall.

An hour later, Lola Reed shared a photo on social media of the two of them hugging in the center of the crowded airport.

The caption read: Someone who cares about you will find you at a glance among thousands of people.

I quietly took off my wedding dress and dialed a long-forgotten number. "Samuel Jacobson, does your promise to marry me still count?"

I could hear a suppressed excitement came from across the line. "It counts. It's always counted. As long as it's you, it'll count for a lifetime."

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The people in the hall looked at each other and as wealthy nobles, they all felt embarrassed.

Some even began to speak up for me. "This is the tenth wedding already. Mr. Lenart is being too reckless. How can he keep abandoning Miss Herrera for just a junior assistant?"

"That's right. Miss Herrera treated him so well. She even gave him a kidney and yet her father kicked her out because of it."

They looked at me sympathetically as they spoke. Even outsiders knew Hudson had taken his joke too far.

Hudson's mother came running over, grabbed my arm and said urgently, "Becca, hurry, explain to everyone. Just say something urgent came up at the company and he had to handle it. Invite the guests for the meal first."

I looked indifferently at my mother-in-law, who kept saying she treated me like her own daughter. I felt suffocated.

"Aunt Sandy, do you think everyone else is stupid? I've already said this nine times. Do I really need to say it a tenth?"

Aunt Sandy's expression darkened as she spoke with displeasure, "You've said it nine times already. Does it really matter if you say it one more time? You keep saying you love Hudson, but you're unwilling to say anything. That's just too fake."

She spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I still remember the past clearly. For two full years since hiring Dr. Lola Reed, an overseas graduate, as his assistant, our wedding has been repeatedly postponed.

He always accepted Lola's bet on the wedding day and each time he lost completely.

On our first marriage, he lost a big bet and ended up giving away the venue to Lola for her birthday.

The people who attended the wedding that day were almost shocked when they saw her birthday photo on the big screen.

At our second wedding, after losing a dice game, he downed an entire bottle of high-proof liquor and ended up in the hospital.

The third time … and so on.

Every time, he said embarrassedly, "Becca, it's all for the company. Lola is exceptionally talented. If I want to keep her, I have no choice but to accept the consequence. I can't let her think I, as a boss, am a liar."

The thought made my heart ache. They played games repeatedly on our wedding day and he never won once. Did they really think I was a fool?

I recalled the last time they bet on who could sprint a hundred meters and snatch my wedding dress first.

Hudson, standing at six feet tall with broad shoulders and long legs, stumbled and fell with a thud a meter away from the finish line. Meanwhile, Lola snatched the wedding dress just a step ahead and exclaimed joyfully, "Mr. Lenart, you always lose to me. Are you deliberately not wanting to marry Miss Herrera?"