After My Fiancée Left Me Thrice, I Married Another—She Begged Me Back!

"Eliza, would you come with me?"

The wedding hall fell into complete silence as I stood there, stunned, with the ring halfway onto Eliza Monroe’s finger.

Her long-lost love, Julian Hart, stood up yet again, shouting across the room at her.

"Eliza, I’m here to take you away. Will you come with me?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Eliza pulled her hand away from mine, lifted her dress, and walked gracefully toward Julian.

Tears glistened in her eyes, filled with an emotion I hadn’t seen before, as if Julian were the one she was meant to marry today.