⁠He Ruined Me First, Now I Found My Forever

When I was six weeks pregnant, my fiancé Alden Arellano, a skier, cancelled our wedding eight times in a row. The first time, he left because his junior, Nanette Barton, twisted her ankle while skiing. I apologized to my relatives and friends alone in my wedding dress. The second time, Alden did not even change his clothes as he heard that Nanette was scolded and cried by the coach. He left me alone in the dressing room to wait for a day. Later, every time we decided to have a wedding, Nanette would always have various problems. When the ninth wedding was cancelled, I decided to leave him. I went to the hospital for an abortion without hesitation and agreed to my parents’ arranged marriage, but Alden knelt at the engagement scene with bloodshot eyes and begged for my forgiveness.