Kidnapped on My Wedding Night
"Are you crazy?! It's just a wedding! How long are you—"
Nonetheless, I was sent stumbling backward while knocking over the box by my feet.
Everything inside dropped out, and Sean picked up the PTSD diagnosis on top, his eyes narrowing.
"W-What is this?" He demanded, his voice cracking in disbelief, "You're suffering from mental issues?"
I looked into his eyes fixedly, but despite his genuine shock, I snorted. "You didn't know, did you? I wasn't hit by a car—I really was kidnapped. Are you happy to see me like this now?"