“They called me ‘the fat bride’ and laughed as I filled my plate, never guessing every bite was part of the lie. ‘Let them mock me,’ I told myself. ‘Ugly girls are invisible.’ I made myself undesirable so I could enter the family no one dared question—the family tied to my arranged marriage. But behind their polished smiles lives a secret so monstrous… even I may not survive uncovering it.”
They called me the fat bride before they ever called me by my name. At the engagement dinner, I sat beneath the soft gold lights of the Whitmore estate, smiling while their laughter slid across the table like polished knives. My name is Hannah Brooks, and I was twenty-nine years old when I agreed to…