I Gifted My Groom To Her
Language: en
The engagement gala was exactly three days away. I was mindlessly scrolling through a forum—the kind of toxic corner of the internet where men trade stories like trophies—when I saw the thread. The title was a slur I won’t repeat, but the photo attached stopped my heart. It was a private photo of me. Even though the face was partially blurred, the heart-shaped birthmark just above my breast gave everything away. I remembered that photo. Parker had taken it on my last birthday, whispering that it was for his eyes only. The comments underneath were a feeding floor for bottom-feeders. They…