I Neutered My Dog Groom

Summary

Tomorrow was supposed to be the day I married Hudson.

But instead of final fittings or rehearsing vows, my world started glitching. Strange, translucent lines of text—scrolling "bullet comments"—began drifting across my vision like a live social media feed only I could see.

The comments called me the "Venomous Second Lead." They said Hudson was so desperate to escape our marriage that he’d literally turned into a dog.

Even worse, they mentioned that in exactly one week, I’d be dead, having fallen from the roof of a skyscraper.