My Eight-Year Betrayal and a Secret Wedding
Language: en
I'm getting married, and my boyfriend of eight years has no clue. That's because he recently hired a new secretary, and those two are practically inseparable, burning bright. For her birthday, Julian ordered a ten-tier cream cake. At the party, they smeared cake everywhere, utterly forgetting that I'm severely allergic to cream. After the ambulance rushed me to the ER, the moment I opened my eyes, I agreed to the marriage my family had arranged. 1 Mom's efficiency was truly something. Back from the hospital, I was just about to use my smart lock to enter our house when she flooded my…