After My Boyfriend Cheated, I Married His UncleChapter 1
The door swung open, and James Johnson was all over some girl, making out like crazy.
Maybe she was just too hot.
Maybe he had zero self-control.
At the doorway, he acted like he was about to strip her.
"Click."
Either he or she hit the light switch.
James finally noticed me standing in the living room in my wedding dress.
He instinctively shielded the girl, giving me a sharp look.
Behind me were his favorite gardenias and a banner that read, "James Johnson, marry me. I do!"
He said calmly, "Weren't you on a business trip?"
He loosened his tie, showing his impatience.
Blaming me for ruining his fun?
Shy, the girl blushed, "Who is this..."
James frowned, "The one who kept stalking me, I mentioned her to you last time."
Me? Stalker?
So that's how annoying I am to him.
We grew up together, everyone thought we were the perfect childhood sweethearts.
After college, we just ended up together naturally.
Now, we're both over 30, still not married.
James didn't want to. He said, "Look at those who married early, they're all divorced now. Let's just have more fun before thinking of it."
I used to think he was just playful.
Turns out, I was just a bother.