Dead Before The Bet
Language: en
I will never forget that high school reunion three years ago. It was there that her ex—the guy everyone called the "Golden Boy" back in the day—proposed a bet so twisted it felt like a fever dream. He wanted to test if our marriage was "the real thing." He convinced her to fake her own death, cut off every cent of my inheritance, and seize our home. If I remained unmarried after three years, we would "win." She had laughed with a chilling confidence, telling him that my love for her was written in my marrow. She said I wouldn’t just wait three years; I’d wait thirty. And then, she simply…