Stood Up At My Nine Weddings, I Blocked the Billionaire CEO

On the day of my ninth wedding with Julian, his childhood friend, Clara, had another manic episode and trashed the venue.

Seeing my furrowed brows, he shielded Clara protectively and said apologetically:

"Amber, Clara's condition is serious. I have to take her to the hospital. I promise I'll give you a grand wedding next time."

I had heard this exact line eight times before.

The first eight times, Clara went as far as slitting her wrists to stop the wedding.

This time, the wedding I spent six months planning was reduced to ruins once again.