The 13th Time He Stood Me Up
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Julian and I played house for five years—minus the actual marriage certificate. Because he bailed on me at the registry office twelve times. All for Mia, some intern.
First time: Mia screwed up her pitch.
Sixth time: Mia had the flu.
Twelfth time: Mia's ex showed up at our architecture firm throwing punches. Julian had to play knight in shining armor. I got knocked into a desk, cracked my head open—he didn't spare me a glance before whisking her off to the ER.
Before, I would've lost it. Screamed. Sobbed. Begged him to tell me who the hell he was actually planning to marry. And every single time, Julian would sigh and say, "Chloe, really? She's just an intern. Practically a child."
This time, all I said was: "Go ahead."
Then I turned around and took that job overseas.
When his thirteenth text came through—yet another registry office reschedule—I was already at the gate for my London flight.
This time? I'm choosing me.
First time: Mia screwed up her pitch.
Sixth time: Mia had the flu.
Twelfth time: Mia's ex showed up at our architecture firm throwing punches. Julian had to play knight in shining armor. I got knocked into a desk, cracked my head open—he didn't spare me a glance before whisking her off to the ER.
Before, I would've lost it. Screamed. Sobbed. Begged him to tell me who the hell he was actually planning to marry. And every single time, Julian would sigh and say, "Chloe, really? She's just an intern. Practically a child."
This time, all I said was: "Go ahead."
Then I turned around and took that job overseas.
When his thirteenth text came through—yet another registry office reschedule—I was already at the gate for my London flight.
This time? I'm choosing me.
















































