A Viral Bride's Vengeance
Language: en
The day before our wedding, my fiancé, Julian, threw my medical report in my face. "You filthy whore. You've got HIV. And you hid it from me!" "That's impossible! There has to be a mistake!" I tried to explain, but he kicked me away, as if I carried a plague he desperately feared catching. After that, I spent three years in a psych ward. When I was finally released, news was everywhere: Julian was getting married. The bride smiling in his arms was Vanessa, the same woman who had done my medical exam three years ago. 1 Vanessa's triumphant smile blazed from my phone screen, a brand…