I Married My Best Friend’s Grandfather For Money

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By sixteen, I’d accepted it. No one was ever going to choose me.

Except Violet.

She never laughed. Never flinched. We stayed close through high school, ended up at the same university, even split a cramped apartment with one working radiator and a shower that screamed every morning.

After graduation, Violet planned to move back home.

I didn’t have continue reading …