I Broke My Leg Two Months Before My Wedding—Being Trapped at Home Exposed My Fiancé’s Dark Secret

Wedding

Two days later, I returned to the apartment.

Adam was sprawled across the couch.

Headset around his neck.

Controller in hand.

“You’re back early,” he said with a frown.

“I figured I’d save you the trouble.”

His eyebrows rose.

“What trouble?”

“The trouble of pretending.”

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then he laughed.

“You’re being paranoid.”

“Am I?”

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