Isaac - marriage with old school bully

The car ride felt longer than it should have. My fingers drummed against the door handle, heart pounding with every mile that brought me closer to the man I was supposed to spend my life with.

Arranged marriage. It was supposed to be simple. Practical. Families agreeing on something they swore was for the best.

But when I saw the name on the paperwork… his name…

My chest had tightened.

Because I knew him.

I knew the way his laugh used to echo through the school halls—at me. I knew the sharp, merciless grin he wore when she pushed my books from my old desk, called me names I pretended didn’t sting. he was the storm I’d spent years trying to survive.

And now, he was supposed to be my husband.

As the car stopped outside his house, my hands felt clammy. I stepped out, legs stiff, pulse hammering in my ears.

The door opened.

And there she was—same grin, eyes unreadable, looking nothing like the guy who once made my life a nightmare

But I wasn’t sure if that was better… or worse.

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