My Family Married My Boyfriend and Called Me Crazy

On the day I got laid off, I called my boyfriend, Liam. He never picked up.

Soaked from the rain, I pushed open the front door of our apartment, shivering as I clutched the cardboard box of my belongings.

Inside, the place was packed. Loud music blasted, and to my shock, my parents, my relatives, and all of our friends were there.

In the center of the crowd stood Liam and my best friend, Chloe, dressed in a tuxedo and a white bridal gown, throwing a massive wedding party.

The box slipped from my hands, crashing to the floor.