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

me down an aisle. You danced with my father. You let my mother cry.”

“I know.”

“Then why?” My voice cracked in a way I hated. “If you weren’t dying anymore, why were you in such a rush to marry me? Why not knock on my door and tell me? Why not tell me yesterday, at the reception, before I signed anything?”

He opened his mouth; nothing came out.