During the days she spent at her parents', it seemed like she was doing fine, updating her social media every day.
Feeling troubled, I started drinking with my childhood friend, Eric Dane.
"Humphrey, did you feel something off when you got married?"
I was drunk, but I looked up at him, signaling him to continue.
"At the time, her parents strongly opposed it, how did they suddenly agree?"
I lowered my head. I had thought about it, but I still couldn't figure it out.
Actually, after getting married, I had a strange feeling.
Megan spent money recklessly, coming back exhausted from the gym every day, but she didn't seem to lose a single ounce of fat.
Other than being attentive when chatting about investments, she was indifferent to me most of the time.
Someone like this couldn't be considered to love me so much that she would break ties with her family.
But Megan did do that, so what could I ask?
"Hey, buddy, I was just talking nonsense, don't overthink it."
However, the next day, I saw her at my work place.
Due to a slight hangover, I woke up a bit late in the morning.
When I rushed to the office, I was stopped by the manager.
"What's going on! Late even dressed like this!"