Betrayed by Both, I Became His Rival's Bride

The night before Clifford Delgado and I were supposed to get our marriage license, our friends threw a party, and someone suggested a room-key game.

"Whoever's key you draw, that's who you spend the night with."

I frowned before I could stop myself.

But Clifford dipped his head and kissed the tip of my ear, smiling like he was sure of himself.

"What are you worried about? I already had them switch it."

"The one I draw is going to be your key."

So I nodded and went along with it.

Then, a second later, Clifford flipped over the key card in his hand.