Love and Hate, Gone Like Smoke
On my wedding day, my fiancée's brother blocked the door, demanding one million in bride price and house transfer. I refused. My fiancée yelled, "Holden Shaw, you can't fulfill this small request from my brother. Do you even want to get married?" I threw the bouquet, saying, "Fine, let's not get married!" She shouted, "You can't leave me! I'm pregnant with your child." But that night, I was so drunk. Is this child really mine?
