Trading My Fiancé For A Villain

Summary

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?