He Left Me Waiting Seven Times. I Married My Best Friend's Brother

Seven times. That's how many times my fiancé, Mark, left me waiting for our wedding because another woman needed him. A broken-down car, a craving for soup, a twisted ankle—somehow, Lily always came first. On our seventh attempt, he walked out of the county office before we could finish the paperwork. I finally stopped begging him to choose me. Instead, I called Caleb, my best friend's brother, who had once offered to marry me. He actually showed up. Now I'm married to someone else, and Mark still thinks I'll be waiting when he comes back.