My groom looked me straight in the eyes at the altar and said, “I can’t marry you. I never loved you.” The room erupted in whispers as I stood frozen in my wedding dress, fighting back tears. Then a cold voice came from the front row. “Then she’s mine.” I turned—and the most feared mafia boss in the city was walking toward me, offering his hand. What he whispered next made me realize my humiliation was about to become someone else’s nightmare.
My groom destroyed me in front of three hundred guests, and the cruelest part was how calmly he did it. He looked…
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