Blindfolded On My Wedding Night

Chapter 1

"Do you take it or not?" Melissa Olson stood before me, bundled in layers of clothes, as if preparing for some noble sacrifice. She held out the black blindfold again, her expression stern, her posture almost defiant. I gave a bitter smile, my embarrassment cutting deeper than ever before. For a moment, I didn't move. She, however, had no patience left. "Hurry up and put it on," she snapped, stepping forward as if she intended to force the thing onto my head herself. I stared at the woman in front of me. She was wearing a high-necked top that covered every inch of her skin, even her neck, leaving no trace of bare flesh visible. The sight filled me with a suffocating sense of humiliation. Anger surged within me. "Are you my wife, or his?" I demanded, shoving the blindfold away with a sharp motion. My chest felt heavy, my breath uneven. I'd always known she had harbored feelings for another man for years. But I had never imagined she would humiliate me like this on our weddin...