Trading My Fiancé For A Villain
Language: en
I’d been blind for three months following the accident. The first time it happened, the words appeared in my mind like a rogue newsfeed—a scrolling, golden banner flashing across the black canvas behind my eyelids. —WAIT ‘TILL DECLAN COMES BACK IN A MONTH, DISCOVERS HIS WIFE HAS BEEN SWIPED, HE’S GONNA BE A SAD PUPPY. Wait. Declan wasn’t back yet. Then who, exactly, was the man sharing my bed?