My Toxic Fiancé Called Me Trash, So I Married His Boss
Language: en
The night before our wedding, I was playing Truth or Dare with my fiancé and his friends. A friend asked him to describe me in one word. "One word isn't enough." As I looked at him expectantly, Mason reached over and casually pulled out my hearing aid. "Used goods." "Trash." His voice sounded muffled, like it was filtered through a thick layer of cotton. I thought I had misheard him. But the VIP room erupted into a wave of laughter. "Did I hear that right, Mason?" "She's already like this, and you're still actually going to marry her?" Mason bit down on his cigarette and patted my…