On my wedding day, I caught my fiancé and my best friend tangled up in each other's arms in the lounge.
He casually straightened his collar. “She's pregnant. Give up your place.”
My best friend cradled her pregnant belly, her eyes full of provocation. “Sis, the baby can't grow up without a father~”
The banquet hall was packed, the wedding feast in full swing, and everyone was waiting for the bride to make her entrance.
I pulled off my veil and smiled.
“You two can have the wedding.”
Three months later, at my new book launch,
he knelt in the pouring rain, begging me like a madman to take him back.
I stood above him under my umbrella.
“I hear your company went bankrupt? And your wife miscarried?”
“What a pity, ”
“This time around, you're the one going to hell.”
