You Chose Your Boy Toy, So Why Cry When the Mature Woman Chose Me?

Betrayed at the altar—literally. My girlfriend ditched me at the civil affairs bureau on our wedding day to coddle her "sworn little brother." When I fought back, she nursed his wounds and left me bleeding out after a street fight. Death should've been the end, but an ancient legacy brought me back stronger than ever. Now she's crawling back, begging for another chance. Too late. A sophisticated, mature woman has already claimed my heart, and my ex can't stand watching me thrive without her. Karma's a beautiful thing.