At my elder sister’s engagement banquet, the man who was meant to become my brother-in-law suddenly turned to propose to me instead.
“Wrong. I wish to marry the Second Miss.”
Everyone was thrown off by this turn of events, not knowing how to react, but once they recovered they forced a smile and congratulated me.
Only my elder sister came to find me late at night. “In a past life, he and I spent over fifty years together. It was only after I married him that I learned there was another woman he loved.”
“For those fifty years, we fought constantly because of that woman, until we grew to despise each other. If you don’t want to marry him, sister can help you reject this match.”
But I declined her kindness and still intended to marry him.
I have no romantic feelings for him. Whether he loved one woman or several was something my elder sister cared about; I did not.
