After that day, Ross finally accepted Sandra into his life.
With that settled, they threw themselves into preparations for his upcoming wedding to both Amy and Sandra.
The sheer absurdity of the situation—one man marrying two women—was enough to stir rumors, but Ross thrived on the attention.
It was just another chapter in the whirlwind story of his life.
Of course, an event of this magnitude didn't come without its fair share of drama.
"What the fuck is this, Sandra?!"
A furious voice rang through the small café where Sandra had agreed to meet her boyfriend one last time.
Heads turned, but the handsome man didn't care.
He slammed his fists onto the table, his face twisted in disbelief.
"I thought we were getting married! How the hell are you marrying that playboy son of a bitch?!"
The pain in his voice was raw, but Sandra had already steeled herself for this confrontation.
She sighed, looking at the man she had once envisioned a future with.
