At my engagement party, I caught my scumbag fiancé cheating. I didn’t cry or make a scene. I just smiled and called off the engagement.
The next day, I took his older brother, who was paralyzed from the waist down and rumored to be sinister and violent, to the civil affairs bureau to register our marriage.
My ex went crazy. “What do you see in him? That he’s crippled, or that he won’t live much longer?”
I ran a hand over my husband’s abs and smiled sweetly. “I like that he’s tough to kill and that he’s bad luck for you.”
After we married, he helped me take back my company and deal with my awful relatives. I thought it was just a marriage of convenience.
Until he pinned me against the wall, his voice hoarse. “Shen Nian, who said we were only pretending?”
Later, my ex knelt before me and called me “sister-in-law.” I left with the man at my side, who had risen to his feet, without looking back.
You think you’re good enough for me? Don’t make me laugh.
