He Gave Our Wedding to His Secretary,I Gave My Future to His Boss

Ten years together, and the wedding I kept waiting for finally happened. Just not with me. Les Sanchez handed it to his little secretary.

I made it to the venue, pointed at his secretary Constance Summers, who stood there in the gown I had designed with my own two hands, and demanded through stinging eyes:

"Is she the reason you wouldn't marry me?"

Les didn't even flinch. He smiled and confessed, like he had every right to.

"Cora, you weren't clean anymore. You shouldn't have stood in the way of my chance at a woman who's completely mine."