The pen swiped across the paper. With that signature, my marriage came to an end. After a promising start, the relationship crashed like a speeding car on the wrong side of the highway.
Once the papers were signed, I looked at my outfit: a wedding dress. Today is my wedding day. I am marrying the man of my dreams, the one who would make me happy for all of time.
Or until I was arrested for the murder of my first husband. Nobody found him yet. That's why I signed the papers and claimed he abandoned me.
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Edward Anderson
Edward writes queer led stories that show that the LGBTQIA+ characters lives are multifaceted.
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