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

hair, listening to the waves fold over themselves as if they had all the time in the world. Two years ago, I would have laughed at anyone who told me I’d be here as Carter’s wife.

Carter, who had torn my sketchbook in half in the fifth grade and thrown the pieces into a puddle while I cried.

I was a monster.

Carter, whose mother, Vivienne, once stood continue reading …