The Madman My Fiancé Sent
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But the moment the call connected, before he could speak, his father’s anxious, panicked voice blared, “Charlie, where are you? Go to the company now!
“The police suddenly broke into our house—they’re taking me! Find someone quickly, don’t worry about money, just get me out!”
The phone slipped from Charlie’s hand, bouncing off the ground and smashing against his foot.
His body stiffened, and his hand froze midair before collapsing limply to his side.
His lips turned pale, devoid of color.
The others overheard the voice too, and whispers rippled through the crowd.
Finally, Charlie met Conrad’s steady eyes.
The truth hit him: Conrad was not mad. Everything he had said was true.
The wedding