I Asked My Female Best Friend To End My Marriage
In my past life, my marriage was ruined by a so-called “male best friend.”
On our wedding anniversary, he taunted me in front of everyone.
“Javier is one lucky guy. Last night I noticed Sophie’s bust has gotten even fuller. It’s so smooth and supple.”
Sophie Santos completely disregarded my dignity. She laughed and said they were just close friends who even showered together.
I punched him. The very next day, I handed her the divorce papers.
She accused me of overreacting and forced me to kneel and apologize to him.
I stormed out in anger. However, I never expected the bridge we were overseeing to suddenly collapse. It caused massive casualties.
In the end, I was sent to prison for ten years.
On visiting day, he actually showed up too.
“Thanks a lot, Javier. You signed off on the project. So naturally you’re the one who’s going to serve time.”
I glared at him with bloodshot eyes.
He leaned close to the microphone. His voice was as soft as a venomous snake flickering its tongue.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got everything sorted out in there… just take your time suffering.”
Three months later, I was beaten to death by a prison bully on the cold concrete floor.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the anniversary.
At that moment, my female best friend kicked the door open and straddled my crotch.
“Don’t mind me, Sophie. We grew up naked together.
“I know his… measurements from every stage of his life.”