My Stolen Kidney Your Eternal Regret
Language: en
At my own wedding reception, the interloper—the man who had stolen my life—leaned in close under the guise of a celebratory toast. Felix offered me a smile that didn't reach his eyes, a sharp, predatory glint in the candlelight. "Happy wedding day, Miles," he whispered, his voice oily. "Just so you know, I’ve already had a taste of the bride. She’s... quite enthusiastic." The red haze took me instantly. I didn't think; I just swung. My fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling into the tiered wedding cake. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sharp crack of…