Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Girl Bro Killed Our Wedding: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

But my fiancé had legally married someone else yesterday.I don't know how long I cried. Then my phone started buzzing like crazy in my bag.The screen lit up—the hospital.I answered. A nurse's voice came fast and tight. "Is this Joey Jensen? Your grandmother just went into heart failure. She needs bypass surgery now. Please come sign the consent forms and make the payment right away."***Grandma was my only family.My parents died young. She raised me collecting recyclables.I ran to the street like I'd lost it, hands shaking so bad I could barely open a car door.By the time I got to the hospital, they'd already rushed her into the ER.A doctor came up, face tight, holding a critical notice. "She's in extremely critical condition. We need surgery now. With ICU after, it'll be about $300,000. Make the payment and we'll start immediately."Three hundred thousand.Everything I had—savings, years of wages—sat in a joint account under Peter's name.Back then, I called it tru

By the time I got back to the hospital, they'd already moved Grandma to the morgue.A white sheet covered her small, fragile body—cutting off the last warmth I had.I didn't cry.I'd run out of tears sometime during that endless night.Numb, I handled the death certificate, called the funeral home, and watched them slide her into cold storage.Three years ago, Grandma held Peter's hand and placed mine in his. "Peter, Joey's had it rough. From now on, you're her support."Back then, he cried harder than I did and swore he'd take care of me for life.I thought I'd found shelter.Turns out, he was the storm.I pulled out the wooden hair clip he'd carved for me.The edges were worn smooth from years of holding it. It used to mean everything.I gripped it with both hands—and snapped it in half.Five years of loving him snapped with it.By the time I finished arranging Grandma's funeral, it was already noon.The exact time we were supposed to be saying our vows.I took a cab b

She scoffed. "And half that money is Peter's. What gives you the right to take all of it?"I let out a cold laugh. "Out of that $420,000, $300,000 was my grandma's—her retirement from selling her house. The other $120,000 was my salary. Every dollar Peter made went into his failing company. Did he ever put a single cent into that account?"I looked at his pale face and slowed it down. "Peter, you know the truth. If this isn't handled right, I'll take it to your company. I'll make noise in your circle. Let's see who still wants to work with a guy who used his fiancée's life-saving money for his girl bro."I grabbed my suitcase and walked out. Didn't look back.Behind me, Peter was shouting, voice wrecked. Gina was cursing.I kept walking.The sunlight hit hard. I took a breath and stepped into the crowd.***Grandma's funeral was simple.I didn't tell any relatives back home. No ceremony.I bought a plain urn and picked a quiet spot in a suburban cemetery.The day of the buri

Legally, we were never married. No paperwork, no shared property.He moved $200,000 without my permission to clean up Gina's mess. That's illegal. Plain and simple.My lawyer didn't waste time. Demand letters went straight to Peter's company—and Gina's workplace.Peter's company was already taking hits after the canceled wedding. Partners were side-eyeing him hard.Then the money scandal dropped.Clients who'd been ready to invest? Gone overnight.His cash flow tanked. Payroll was hanging by a thread.Gina had it worse.She worked admin at a state-owned company. With that attitude? Yeah—she'd already rubbed plenty of people the wrong way.The lawyer's letter went straight to HR.Word spread fast—she'd hurt someone in a fight and refused to pay up.Her boss called her in. Said her "impact" on the workplace was too negative. Suggested she resign.Voluntarily.As for me, I went to work like normal.Ate on time. Slept on time.I moved Grandma's favorite plant onto the balcon

Gina planted her hands on her hips. "We're legally married. That $200K? You paid it as my husband, from marital money. That makes it our debt. You want a divorce? Fine. Split it—$100K each—and I'll sign."Peter shook with rage, jabbing a finger at her. "You've got no shame. That was Joey's grandma's life-saving money. You said you'd pay it back after your bonus. Now it's 'marital property'?"Gina didn't flinch. She smacked his hand away. "No shame? Says who? You were the one flexing, throwing Joey's money around to look like a hero. Now she's gone, your company's tanking, and you want to pin it all on me?"She curled her lip. "We're married. That means we're tied together. You think you can ditch me and crawl back to Joey? Dream on."She grabbed the papers, ripped them up, and flung the pieces in his face. "I'm not divorcing you. As long as I don't sign, you're stuck with me."Peter snapped.His eyes went red as he lunged, grabbing her by the throat. "I'll kill you! You wrecked e