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

hand-me-down sweater Carter mocked, every rumor that emptied a lunch table around me. And then I remembered the night, two years ago, at a mutual friend’s birthday, when he came back to town thinner, quieter, with a gravity about him I couldn’t place.

He cornered me gently by the drinks table, eyes wet.

Everything he did carried a strange urgency.

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