The Wedding Night Bite

e my honeymoon suite, the culminat

dressed in white, sat on the bed w

er first kiss, shared with her ex, Ryan B

hen bit my hand, screaming I was disrespectful an

an on social media, implying I gave her the si

olarship, a dream business, my fr

elt like a gaping chasm in our entire relations

sed her, begged for an apolo

led my friends to officially start the hunt

over, and I was finally