After My Fiancé Vanished, I Married His Brother
Three months after my fiancé disappeared, I saw him at the airport, his arm around a girl.
He laughed smugly, "Thanks to my buddies, coming up with that plan. Otherwise, how would I get to spend every day with you? Won't go back until you're pregnant. Let that old ball-and-chain keep searching."
I didn't rush over to confront him; I just watched them in complete silence.
Back home, I wrapped my arms around his brother's neck and whispered bitterly, "Harry is gone, but your family needs an heir."