After the Ninety-Ninth Disappointment, I Stopped Wanting Their Love

On my wedding day, my younger sister returned to the country at the last minute.

My parents, my brother, and even my fiance all left me behind and went to the airport to pick her up.

While my sister posted a group photo on her social media, bragging about how many people loved her, I called them over and over, only to have every call rejected.

The only one who answered was my fiance. He said just one thing: I should stop making a fuss, because we could hold the wedding another time.

They turned the wedding I had looked forward to most into a joke, making me the laughingstock as everyone pointed and mocked me.

I calmly took care of everything by myself and wrote a new number in my diary: 99.

This was the ninety-ninth time they had disappointed me. I would never again beg them to love me.

I filled out my application to study abroad and packed my bags.

They all thought I had become obedient, but they didn't know I was leaving.