Flash marriage: falling hard everyday
Irene Albert
i married the brother of my supposed-to-be husbandmy wife married me just to break my heartmy stepsister stole my groomcheated by my fiance,i married his uncle
Desmond Lucas.
Desmond grinds.
The man I had a flash marriage with.
And of course, he looked completely unbothered.
“It’s okay,” he said casually. Then, with that smirk of his:
“How many times have you thrown yourself into my arms today? Am I that irresistible, dear wife?”
God, he was annoying.
I blinked. Twice. My brain glitched like a buffering video.
I’d already learned this about him. He flirts during the most awkward situations like it’s a hobby—or maybe a personality trait. Probably genetic.