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The Nash family was once known for their abilities on the field, but it’s what’s been happening off the field over the last few years that’s garnering interest from fans everywhere. The latest scandal involves thirty-year-old brother, Spencer Nash. Previously known for his ability to run routes that would lead the Vikings into the red zone, Nash’s latest venture is in wedded bliss.
Or is it?
Nash was quietly engaged to Amelia Newman of Newlywed Vineyard in Cedar Creek, Minnesota, but he recently tied the knot with her little sister, Grace Newman. He’s been playing off the marriage as real when, in truth, it’s as fake as it gets.
According to the elder Newman daughter, “Grace found out about a clause in my grandmother’s will that gives the vineyard to whichever of her granddaughters is married for a year first. She flew to Vegas, got my ex drunk, proposed, and forced him to marry her. They’re not in love, and I intend to prove that my sister doesn’t deserve the land she’s faking an entire marriage for.”
Our investigative team is digging further into this developing story.
Fuck.
Fuck!
They’re digging further, which means it won’t be long before the photos from the chapel are all over the internet. People will make assumptions and speculations about our true intentions when it’s none of their goddamn business.
We may have expressed our commitment with those three heavy words over the weekend, but I can’t help but feel the hope drain out of me that love will be enough. How long can I put up with being married to someone whose sister’s main goal in life is to tear us apart?
How many more shots can I take to my own reputation when this started as a lie anyway?
When I was on the same team for eight years, I couldn’t have cared less what the media was saying about me or what my reputation was. I was respected in the locker room because I’d proven myself on the field, and my teammates knew that about me. They knew about my work ethic and my dedication. They knew me.
But my new teammates are still getting to know me, and this is the impression they’ll have of me. The guy who was coerced into a drunken marriage. The guy who was proposed to by the woman who flew out to see him. The guy taken advantage of by a pair of sisters. Locker rooms have enough misogynistic chatter in them. I don’t need articles like this fueling the flames.
I wonder if she’s seen the article. I wonder how her day is going.
I wonder what mine will look like now that this is a part of it. I’m glad I have today off from the locker room, but I can’t imagine going in there tomorrow will feel comfortable when the headline of the article brings up the fact that I’m on this team and the content of the article calls my very manhood into question.
I can’t believe Amelia would stoop so low.
I text Grace.
Me: Are you awake?
She calls me in return.
“Hey,” I answer.
“Hi.”
We’re both quiet, and I physically feel the distance spanning between us.
I wonder if I’d be able to handle this differently if she was here with me. I wonder if I’d be so fucking angry about it if we could talk it out.
But we can’t.
“Did you see the article?” I ask, the emotion gone from my voice.
“Article? What article?”
I’ll take that as a no. “There’s a photo of us from the restaurant where we ate after we got married. The article quotes your sister and paints me to look like I let you walk all over me and forced me to marry you so you could get your vineyard.”
“I’ll fucking kill her,” she hisses.
“Probably not the best option, but I’m not taking it off the table.” I sigh.
“She moved up a meeting with an important distributor while I was out of town. I confronted her about an hour ago, and we got into a physical fight. She keeps doing this to me, changing things on my calendar and running important meetings, and I can’t take it anymore.”
“Jesus Christ, Grace,” I mutter. “Are you okay?”
