My Bride Slept With Her Childhood Friend
Language: en
My fiancee’s childhood friend, Harold Herb, loved playing pranks. Once, he dyed my custom-made suit fluorescent green. He blinked innocently. “Weston, I just thought white looked boring, so I wanted to add a little color for you.” The second time, he tampered with the engagement invitations. The wedding venue was changed from a five-star hotel to a cemetery on the outskirts of town. When I caught him, he said it was all about aesthetics. The eerie, spooky vibe would help the guests beat the heat. The third time, he slipped a powerful hair-removal cream into my shower gel. A…