I never imagined I could hate someone as much as I hate her. Just one person. Only one. My entire concept of hatred exists solely because of her.
She's the CEO of a groundbreaking phone company; self-centered, arrogant, a heartbreaker, and, let's not forget, a bully. Oh yes, a full-blown bully.
She was the one who pushed me off the swing when I was eight, scraping my elbow and forehead. Bruising my pride. And to top it off, she had the audacity to laugh and say, "Fat girls fall harder; gravity must really like you."
That's her. Engfa Waraha.
And yet, here we are. We've known each other all our lives because our families are tied together. And somehow, in some twisted cosmic joke, I ended up married to her: a colossal jerk.
This isn't what I imagined having a wife would be like.
And these definitely aren't the vows I ever wanted to make.
These are MY BITTER VOWS!
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🚫⚠️This story contains: Strong language, explicit sexual content, slow burn romance, and heavy angst. If these themes aren't for you, please proceed with caution or skip this story. Read at your own risk. ☺