My Fiancé Married My Highschool Bully
Language: en
For the eleventh time, I had to call my fiancé, Wayne, to cancel our appointment at City Hall. He sighed, his voice thick with a mix of exhaustion and resignation. "What is it this time with Phoebe?" It was almost comedic, if it wasn't so systematic. Every single time Wayne and I scheduled our marriage license appointment, Phoebe had an emergency. The first time, she had a sudden, violent bout of food poisoning that left her semi-conscious. The second time, she ate something she was allergic to and ended up in the ER in the middle of the night. I could only offer Wayne my deepest…