Oops, I Married Your Buddy
"Since you're here, consider this your official breakup. We're done. Total strangers now."
I turned, grabbed Johan's arm. "Noah, you bailed on our wedding? Cool. We got married that afternoon. Johan's my husband."
Noah pointed at him, fuming. "You really want my leftovers? Dude, if you liked her, you could've just told me. I would've handed her over!"
Then his tone iced over. "Divorce her. Do that, and maybe we can still be friends."
Johan's grip tightened, smile gone. "She's my wife. If we're really friends, show her some respect. And divorce? Not happening."