My Fiancé Gave Me Away — I Said Yes, and He Lost His Mind

The town was holding the Blossom Rite, a matchmaking festival meant to help unmarried men and women find each other.

I had never wanted to take part. But my fiancé, Jason, had secretly signed me up, then handed me off with his own hands to the town's so-called "unlucky bastard"—Caleb Porter, a man who had already buried three fiancées.

Or so I thought. Until I overheard the conversation between my brother, my childhood friend Ryan, and Jason.

"Jason, you didn't catch Elena's flowers. You went for Chloe's. By the rules of the Blossom Rite, you have to marry Chloe. What about Elena?"