I Was Confined to a Cast and Stuck at Home with My Fiancé — But Once I Discovered Who He Really Was, I Called Off the Wedding

Adam was sprawled on the couch.

Headset around his neck.

Controller in his hand.

“You’re back early,” he said, frowning.

“I figured I’d save you the trouble.”

His eyebrows lifted.

“What trouble?”

“The trouble of pretending.”

For a second, neither of us moved.

Then he laughed.

“You’re being paranoid.”

“Am I?”

“The broken leg is messing with your head.”

I stared continue reading …