Larissa's POV
The drive back to my apartment passed by in a blur. As I stepped into my apartment, my phone buzzed with a text. I fished out my phone from my handbag to see a text from Brayden. He'd sent an image - a bag of marshmallows. It seemed he was very serious about setting my stuff on fire.
I scoffed. My soon-to-be husband was a d**k.
I spent the entire morning sifting through my stuff trying to decide what to take with me. I had to carefully select things that were up to his royal majesty Brayden's exquisite taste.
To my great embarrassment, I realized that a lot of my belongings weren't up to Brayden's standard. I'd have to leave them behind or risk having them meet a fiery end.
I grabbed a suitcase and moved mechanically, folding clothes and packing essential
