Marry Him And Starve Together

Summary

On the morning of my wedding, my parents confiscated my phone and locked me inside the second-floor guest bedroom.

"Jordan wants to be the groom just for today," my mother had pleaded through the heavy oak door, her voice coated in that familiar, sickening brand of gentle coercion. "It’s only a ceremony, Sean. You've always had so much more than him. Just let him have this."

To escape, I kicked out the window screen and climbed down the trellis. I dropped onto the lawn, rolling hard across the manicured grass, the impact jarring through my ankles.