Married Him At Your Engagement Party

Summary

My marriage to Holden had reached its bitter, inevitable end.

Despite the deep, bruising love we supposedly shared, we were forced to sign the papers. Yet, we had chosen a deeply toxic way to remain tethered to one another—we vacated the marriage, but we couldn't vacate each other's beds.

That afternoon, everything felt exactly the way it always did.

But just as the tangled heat between us settled, a frantic, violent pounding erupted at the front door.

A woman’s voice, high-pitched and laced with pure, venomous jealousy, pierced through the wood.