I Married the Boy Next Door Who Ruined My Childhood Because He Claimed He Loved Me — But on Our Honeymoon, He Revealed the Real Reason He Married Me

A different clinic. A different letterhead.

“The first diagnosis was wrong. I have the healthy gene. I’m not dying. I’m not going to.”

The room did something strange. The waves outside kept moving, but the air inside stopped.

Why were you in such a rush to marry me?

“Then why,” I said, “am I sitting in this dress?”

“I wanted to call it off.”

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