The Seventh Time the Don Turned Our Wedding Into a Mock Divorce, I Left Him

After seven years of humiliation, Evelyn reaches her breaking point when Damon, the Voss family Don, turns their wedding into a cruel divorce prank to satisfy another woman's wish. While Damon believes Evelyn is too dependent to ever leave, he remains unaware of her true identity as the hidden Hale family heir. Exhausted by his betrayal and the mockery of his peers, Evelyn decides to abandon her love, return to her powerful lineage, and accept a strategic marriage alliance elsewhere.

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On our seventh anniversary, Damon, the Don of the Voss family, turned what should have been our wedding into a divorce ceremony for the seventh time.

I did not scream or break down sobbing.

I only stood in the middle of the hall like a clown while his friends laughed at me.

"Evelyn, why aren't you laughing? Don't tell us you're actually mad."

Damon came over with a frown and gently wiped the tears from my face.

"Evelyn, stop crying."

"I promise. This is the last time I'll make a joke like this."

I looked at him and suddenly remembered what I had overheard outside his study the night before.

"Don, this is the seventh time you've made a fool of Evelyn. Aren't you afraid she'll leave?"

Damon was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"She won't."

"Everyone knows Evelyn can't live without me."

"Selene once took a bullet for me. Her health has been poor ever since."

"She wanted to see Evelyn fooled seven times. I'm only granting her one last wish."

"After this, I'll marry Evelyn properly and make her my Donna. I'll give her the grandest wedding as compensation."

I had already been humiliated seven times.

No matter how deeply I had loved him, no heart could survive being worn down like that.

Damon did not know I was the hidden heir of the Hale family.

I had never cared about his title as Don.

In three days, I would return to my family and accept the marriage alliance.

I looked up at him.

“The seventh divorce ceremony, right?”

“Go on.”

"Go on?"

Damon's careless smile froze, then slowly faded.

"Evelyn, are you serious?"

My gaze moved past him to the words glowing on the stage.

[Let's Get Divorced.]

Seven years.

So many times, I had imagined him standing in a chapel and telling the world I was his wife.

But in the end, what I got was not a wedding.

It was seven ridiculous divorce ceremonies.

The first time, he had the screen flash those same words halfway through our vows.

Let's get divorced.

I cried so hard I could not speak.

He held me for a long time, telling me it was only a joke, telling me it would never happen again.

Then came the second time.

The third.

And now this.

Every time, he promised it would be the last.

Every time, Selene said she wanted to watch, and I became the price Damon paid for what he owed her.

Suddenly, it all felt pointless.

"Yes," I said. "I'm serious."

"We'll finish the ceremony, just like you wanted."

Damon's expression darkened completely.

After a few seconds, he smiled coldly.

"Fine."

"Then let's finish it."

The people who had been enjoying the spectacle slowly went quiet.

Someone muttered,

"Did they really take it too far? She was fine the last few times."

Another woman gave an ugly little laugh.

"Where could she go?"

"Everyone knows she's been with Damon for years and can't even say where her family is."

"Without Damon, what does she think she is?"

I lifted my eyes to her.

She fell silent at once.

That was when Selene stepped forward, her eyes reddened right on cue.

"Evelyn, don't be angry. I'm sorry, I..."

"What are you apologizing for?"

Damon cut her off, anger in his voice, and pulled her behind him.

I looked at him.

He stood in front of Selene as if I were the one bullying everyone.

"What are you waiting for?" he said coldly.

"Continue."

The host went up to the stage with a stiff face.

"Miss Evelyn, do you willingly end your relationship with Mr. Damon and from this day forward go your separate ways, without regret or entanglement?"

The place was absurd.

The setup was ridiculous.

Even the vows sounded like a joke.

Something pressed hard against my chest.

A sudden wave of nausea rose into my throat.

I pressed my lips together and forced it down, thinking it was only the humiliation turning my stomach.

Still, I said,

"I do."

The second the words left my mouth, Damon swept the champagne tower off the table.

Glass shattered across the floor.

His expression darkened.

"Evelyn, you've gone too far."

I suddenly felt exhausted.

"Wasn't this what you arranged?"

"I only followed the script. How is that going too far?"

For once, he had nothing to say.

In the end, he took Selene by the hand and walked away.

When I stepped out of the hall, rain was pouring.

A black car stopped at the foot of the steps. Selene sat in the back seat, looking apologetic.

"Evelyn, why don't you come with us?"

I looked past her.

Damon did not even lift his head.

His voice was cold.

"Drive."

The tires rolled through a puddle, splashing icy, muddy water across my wedding dress.

A hotel attendant brought me an umbrella and quietly asked whether I needed a car.

I nodded.

On the way back to the estate, I texted my father first.

[Father, I've decided to come home.]

[I'll return to the Hale family in three days.]

His reply came almost immediately.

[That's wonderful, Evelyn.]

[You've finally made up your mind.]

[I'll have everything ready for you.]

I turned off the screen.

This time, I would not wait for Damon to turn back.

Continue to next part

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7.6

Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison

7.6

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8.3

Don't Stop Daddy

8.3

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Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

Mafia Bride

8.4

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Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

Stolen By The Alpha's Dangerous Brother

8.0

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Action Mafia Werewolf

8.2

The Canary Who Learned To Fly

8.2

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The Seventh Time the Don Turned Our Wedding Into a Mock Divorce, I Left Him

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