The Day My Toxic Shotgun Wedding Blew Up

Summary

On the day my childhood best friend—and husband—caused the biggest scene, he slapped me for the sake of the little girl he loved.

I didn't just take it. I exploded and broke three of his ribs in return.

He screamed that he wanted a divorce, but I refused.

At the time, I thought we would just keep tormenting each other like this until we both died.

But reality hit me fast.

Three months later, I fell head over heels for a sweet, innocent younger guy.

He's currently chasing me, begging to make things official.

So, I was forced to pull that familiar number out of my block list.