Before my family went broke, my dad managed to pawn me off to a husband.
The man was terrifying. He was rough around the edges, covered in tattoos from head to toe, and devoured three massive bowls of rice every single meal. Honestly, one punch from him and I’d be meeting my ancestors in the afterlife.
On our wedding night, I was shaking like a leaf. As I timidly edged toward him, his voice cut through the air, sending a chill straight down my spine:
“So, which idiot put that love letter in your bag?”
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