On the day I got my marriage license, I kicked my fiancee four times
Language: en
On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, my fiancée, Seraphina Dawson, was wearing a brand-new silver necklace. The moment I saw her, I lunged forward and kicked her, sending her sprawling to the ground. My parents, her parents, they stood there, frozen in shock. She looked up at me, dazed and confused, as I lifted my foot again, ready to deliver another blow. “What are you doing? Stop kicking me! If you kick me again, I’m not marrying you!” she shrieked. “Good!” her mother snapped. “That suits me just fine!” 1 My gaze was locked on the silver chain around her…