My Last Shot After Seven Canceled Weddings Chapter 02
Author: Ferrari
Cecilia’s POV
Solaviera had always been my favorite island. I used to dream about marrying the person I loved right there on its shores.
That was why I had chosen Solaviera for our wedding destination in the first place.
But just as the date was approaching, Bianca was diagnosed with depression. She would cling to Marcus day in and day out with idle threats of taking her own life.
And time after time, he postponed our wedding for her sake.
“Can’t you show a little compassion? Bianca is sick. Shouldn’t I be there to help her through it?
“You’re the only one I’m going to marry. A wedding is just a formality anyway. We have a whole lifetime ahead of us. It doesn’t matter when we go to Solaviera.”
We fought over and over again because of Bianca.
And today happened to be our five-year anniversary.
I thought five years together would finally lead to a happy ending, never expecting he would choose Bianca yet again.
This time, I was done waiting.
As I unlocked my phone, a video message from Marcus popped up.
It was recorded last night near a hotel in Solaviera, showing the ocean view at night.
Bianca’s voice came through loud and clear. “Wow! This is amazing! Marcus, come on, film it! Get me in the frame too…”
Marcus chuckled. “I am, I am. Lower your voice a bit. Everyone’s staring.”
“Let them stare! I’m just out having fun with a friend. It’s not illegal.”
The camera jerked slightly, capturing Bianca in a soaked long dress, walking toward him with a wide smile.
Then the video cut off abruptly.
Right after, a text from Marcus followed.
“Morning, Cecilia. Sharing the night view of Solaviera with you. Bianca picked this hotel. It’s gorgeous. We should stay here next time.”
As I stared at the message, a sudden laugh escaped my lips.
There wouldn’t be a next time.
At 4:10 pm, the private helicopter Papa arranged touched down on the VIP tarmac at Solaviera’s Elavira Airport.
The airport ground staff was already waiting, helping me and my assistant, Riccardo Lorenzi, clear customs.
Riccardo asked, “Principessa, which hotel are you heading to? I’ll drive you.”
“That won’t be necessary,” I replied politely, “I’ll just grab a cab. Go get some rest, and I’ll reach out if I need anything.”
He didn’t push. He gave a respectful bow before taking his leave.
Stepping out of the terminal, a wave of warm, humid air washed over me. Coconut trees, swaying palm leaves, and the scent of freedom filled the air.
It was everything I had imagined.
The suffocation and frustration that had weighed on me for years began to lift, leaving me feeling lighter than I had in a long time.
I pulled out my phone, opened the map, and looked up nearby hotels.
Just then, a voice spiked with surprise called out from behind me. “Cecilia? What are you doing in Solaviera?”
Seeing me appear in Solaviera, the two people who had just walked back from the beach hand in hand were completely stunned.
I stood my ground, completely unfazed. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I just happened to have some business here.”
I wasn’t traveling with them, nor was I looking for them. Wanting zero drama, I turned to walk away after giving my brief explanation.
Marcus’ face darkened instantly as he grabbed my wrist. “Cecilia, I told you Bianca wanted a trip with just the two of us. What are you trying to pull by showing up here? And what’s with the attitude?”
Before I could say a word, Bianca rushed forward, grasping my hand as tears streamed down her face. “Cecilia, I was just in a bad place and wanted Marcus to keep me company so I could recover faster.
“I never meant to take him away from you. I just get so down that I want to die… Cecilia, do you hate me? Do you not want me to get better? Do you really want me dead that badly?”
Then, she suddenly took half a step closer and dropped her voice to a whisper meant only for me. “Cecilia Caruso… I can’t believe you’re still clinging to Marcus. Want to make a bet? No matter what happens, he will always side with me. And you’re nothing more than a joke.”
