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

in my fist, and walked past him toward the door.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

I did not answer, because I did not know whether I was running from him or toward the rest of the truth.

I did not fly home. I checked into a small room on the far side of the resort, closed the curtains, and spread every page from the envelope across the bedspread.

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