I convinced my best friend to marry into a top-tier wealthy family with me.
I married the older brother, who hated women.
She married the younger brother, who was never home.
We thought we could enjoy a carefree life with plenty of money and no husbands bothering us.
Who knew that after the wedding,
the younger brother who was never home would start staying in every day and refuse to leave,
while the older brother, who was supposedly gay, stared at me hungrily every night.
In the middle of the night, my best friend secretly packed her things and tried to run away. I caught her red-handed.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
Supporting her weak lower back, she said with an awkward look, "I can't take it anymore. This man is a lost cause!"
I pushed a suitcase out from behind me.
"If you don't want him, then I don't want mine either!"
