He ghosted me for three months. Then he called—with one shocking sentence:
“Glory… we’re married.”
 
I’m just your average middle-class girl from Detroit, taking a gap year to “find myself.” So I quit my job, drained my bank account, and set off chasing adventure. And boy, did it find me—two words: Blake Parker.
 
Charming, magnetic, devastatingly handsome Blake sweeps me off my feet somewhere between airports, hostels, and rooftop cocktails. I fall—hard. So when the chance comes to join him on a dream safari in Africa, I say yes without hesitation.
 
Then everything unravels.
 
He leaves for a family emergency. I return to the States and wait for a call. A text. A carrier pigeon. Anything. But for THREE WHOLE MONTHS? Radio silence.
 
Until he finally calls—with a bombshell.
 
Apparently, that wild night of dancing and drinking? Came with vows. We got married.
Now he’s got reasons—really good reasons—not to annul it. And I’ve got a decision to make: risk my heart on the guy who ghosted me, or walk away from the man I might still love?
 
So yeah… welcome to my life as the accidental bride.