My Toxic Fiancé Called Me Trash, So I Married His Boss

The night before our wedding, I was playing Truth or Dare with my fiancé and his friends.

A friend asked him to describe me in one word.

"One word isn't enough."

As I looked at him expectantly, Mason reached over and casually pulled out my hearing aid.

"Used goods."

"Trash."

His voice sounded muffled, like it was filtered through a thick layer of cotton.

I thought I had misheard him.

But the VIP room erupted into a wave of laughter.

"Did I hear that right, Mason?"

"She's already like this, and you're still actually going to marry her?"