On the Thirty-Third Try

"My wedding to Don Lorenzo Corsica was always 'almost.'Five years engaged. Thirty-two weddings. Every single one crashed and burned.Then came number thirty-three. Halfway through, the chapel wall caved in. I landed in the ICU.Skull fracture. Major concussion. A dozen critical alerts.Two months stuck between life and death. Then I clawed my way back.On discharge day, I caught him talking to his right-hand guy."Don, if you're really into that scholarship girl, just dump Ms. Mortoro," the guy said. "Corsicas can kill gossip. No need for staged accidents... She nearly died."Lorenzo went quiet. Then finally, "I owed her parents. They died for me. Marrying her was the only way to repay that. But I love Sofia. She's the one I want."I looked down at my stitched-up body and cried without a sound.So it wasn't fate that wrecked me. It was him.If he couldn't choose, I'd do it for him."