Burning dance of death. Gushchina Ya.

In the morning I believed that I was going to visit my friends, and in the evening I ended up on the sidelines of the road in the society of a stranger. The escape with him turned out to be fatal: in spite of his father, she married the first person he met, and immediately it turned out that the stranger was one of the strongest magicians, and I had no right to get married, since it was already secretly married.

But why do I know the last about all this? Am I a limp puppet to you? Why did no one consider it necessary to tell about the secrets of our family? And what to do, being the wife of two men?