On the day of my sister’s engagement, she grabbed a man and ran off.
What a coincidence: that man was my boyfriend.
I got roaring drunk and spent the night with a man.
What a coincidence: that man was the fake fiancé my sister had hired.
My dear sister had staged a fake engagement party just to humiliate me in front of everyone.
When my boyfriend learned he’d been tricked, he begged me tearfully to forgive him, only for the fake fiancé to kick him flying.
Then he pulled out a diamond ring, dropped to one knee, and gazed at me tenderly. “I’ve liked you for a long time. Can I reserve the title of your husband?”
