On my anniversary, my best friend and my fiancé teamed up to frame me, and I was ruined.
The intern at that time handed over the marriage agreement: "Marry me and I will give you the position of director."
I signed drunkenly. After joining the company, he discovered that his boss was him - he had a sharp tongue during the day and wore a "wifey" apron to cook at night.
The company was acquired, and he revealed his identity: he was actually the hidden president.
I asked coldly, and he kneeled down on the keyboard to admit his mistake.
Marry first, love later, and you will be happy after the abuse.
