I fell in love with my brother's sworn enemy, a playboy with a tender heart.
When we first met, he smiled, took off his jacket, and tied it around my waist. Then he gently patted my head and reminded me to go to the restroom.
At twenty-two, defying my parents, I resolutely agreed to marry him, all to force them to invest in his family's company and keep it afloat.
On our wedding day, his first love called to give him one last chance. Wearing my wedding dress, I begged him not to leave me, at least not to humiliate me in front of everyone like that.
He put down his phone and went through with the wedding. After that, he changed completely.
He deliberately left me stranded in the mountains late at night, deliberately let people force drinks on me at a business dinner, and deliberately refused to sign the papers during my surgery, leaving me to cry out in agony...
He said, "You throw yourself at men, so why pretend to be pure? It's your fault you wouldn't let me go. Otherwise, she wouldn't have married someone else and suffered!"
At that moment, my heart died completely. I booked a flight for seven days later.
