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 stain on her lawn suddenly embraced me at brunches, and paid for the entire wedding.

Even Carter’s cousins had raised eyebrows. I hadn’t. I had wanted, so badly, to be chosen by the house next door that I stopped asking questions.

“I was told I was dying.”

I turned from the balcony now, ready for his arms.

Carter stood rigidly by the bed instead. The continue reading …