Married the Right Girl This Time

"When Yelton Group tanked, their CEO and his wife showed up at our door, begging for a marriage alliance.My dad, thinking I was still head-over-heels for Rosie after ten freaking years, threw a million into their sinking ship and signed me up to marry Rosie.Wedding night? She blindfolded me and kept whispering how bad she wanted it.A month later, I tested positive for an STD.Then I caught her bragging to her friends."Quinn got wrecked by, like, a dozen girls," she laughed. "Wanna guess who gave him the infection?"Her friends were cracking up."I scouted all the grossest red-light spots," one said. "Each one's got a different flavor.""Just wait," another giggled. "When the symptoms hit hard, we'll know who wins."Rosie added, "Prize money's ready. Soon as we figure it out, she gets paid."That's when it hit me. It wasn't Rosie in bed that night—it was a lineup of strangers she set up.I lost it. Went straight to her, demanded answers.She didn't even flinch. "Mad? Please. If you hadn't dangled that million to force me into this marriage—or scared Caleb off—do you think I'd waste my time on you?"Once Caleb forgives me, you're done."I asked for a divorce. She locked me in the basement."Chill," she said. "We're still placing bets on who gave you the STD."Six months later, I died down there. Just rotted away.Then I woke up—right back on the day her parents came begging for that deal.Only this time, on the wedding day?She was the one crying."