After my husband rented me to someone else for the white moonlight, I didn't want him anymore.
Language: en
My fiancé was dirt poor. So poor I had to fashion my wedding dress from a mosquito net, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. During our rare vacation, when we'd finally saved enough for a trip, Blake left me in the car while I was sleeping and walked away. Men stuck on the highway took turns, one after another, in the car, but I was completely unaware. When we finally got to the Airbnb, he, usually so reserved and controlled, started playing increasingly twisted games. It wasn't until he was showering that I saw him sharing photos and videos of me in the car, and in the public…