My Wedding, His Breakdown

"I dated my younger brother’s best friend, Dylan Lane, for three years.More than once, he told me how much he loathed arranged marriages and how he hated being chained by family interests.However, one night, after another bout of indulgence, he wrapped his arms around me and begged me sweetly to design a wedding ring for his fiancée—someone he had never even met.The smile froze on my face, yet he just said indifferently, “Aren’t people like us all destined to marry for our families' benefit?”Seeing the blood drain from my face, he even chuckled. “Vee, don’t you tell me you're still as naïve as a 20-year-old girl, thinking I would ever marry you? At most, we're just… pillow friends." Later, I agreed to the marriage my family had arranged for me. Dylan showed up on my wedding day, disheveled and red-eyed. He fell to his knees and begged me not to leave.I stood beside my new husband, hand in hand, and smiled faintly as I chuckled. “Didn’t you say people like us were born for arranged marriages? I’m simply doing what you always wanted me to do. Shouldn’t you be happy?”"