My wife had a best guy friend, and I hated it, but she just brushed it off, claiming there was such a thing as pure friendship between men and women. One day, this best guy friend invited Stella to an overnight private party. I said no. Stella threw a massive fit, calling me petty and disgusting. The next day, news broke: the best guy friend was arrested for attending a wild party. I was so relieved I’d stopped Stella. I asked her if she finally saw his true colors. She just shrugged it off, arguing that he only went astray and got lured into that kind of place because *she* wasn’t there to keep him company. I called her stupid, thinking she was just trying to argue. But I never imagined she genuinely believed it. After Brandon was released from jail, he lost his reputable job, his fiancée left him, and everyone looked down on him. Stella felt incredibly guilty. She secretly withdrew all our savings and gave it to Brandon as compensation. Brandon got a taste of taking advantage of her. He claimed I’d ruined his life and demanded Stella sleep with him once. She hesitated, then agreed. From then on, they started sleeping together behind my back. Brandon even manipulated Stella into transferring all my business funds. Eventually, my company went under due to a lack of capital, and I was buried under massive debt. Brandon urged Stella to divorce me, cut ties, and save herself. She obediently listened. That’s when I finally learned the whole truth. I was on the brink of collapse. In the end, I couldn’t bear the pressure and jumped off the rooftop. I opened my eyes again. I was back on the day Brandon invited Stella to that private party. This time, I decided to send Stella and her best guy friend to hell!
“Ryan! You clearly promised I could go to this party, so why are you backing out now? Yes, I admit, I only said I was going with a friend, not a *guy* best friend, but a best guy friend is still a best friend! You can’t question our friendship just because he’s a guy! You’re so narrow-minded, don’t you know that?!” “Besides, I’ve told you countless times, he likes men, not women. That’s why I’m his best friend! He wouldn’t have any improper thoughts about me. When are you going to stop being so insecure?!” Her resentful voice echoed in my ears, and my consciousness slowly sharpened. When I saw myself sitting on the couch in our freshly renovated living room, I realized it: I had been reborn. And the sweet-faced, soft-voiced woman beside me, who even looked a little cute when she was pouting in anger, was my wife, Stella. Watching her stand there, so self-righteous and argumentative, I couldn’t help but smile. If I hadn’t witnessed her depraved behavior with that man, I might have actually believed her. And the thought of her tearing our once happy and loving home apart for that so-called best guy friend sent a sharp pang through my heart. Stella and I met through a blind date after graduation. By the time I reached dating age, I no longer believed in things like “love.” After all, in today’s society, everyone is very realistic. When you go on a blind date, the first thing people look at is financial stability. But I have to admit, the moment I saw Stella, I felt like spring had arrived. That sudden flutter in my heart made me believe Stella was the woman I was meant to cherish for life. So, I pursued her relentlessly. Stella was the kind of innocent, guileless girl. And at the time, my startup was just beginning to see success. I wouldn’t call myself a hotshot, but I was definitely a rising star, and I wasn’t bad-looking either. By all accounts, winning Stella over should have been easy. Yet, she kept me waiting for a whole year before agreeing to be with me, putting me through all sorts of tests. If I hadn’t been so deeply smitten, I probably would have given up. Later, I learned it was all because she had a “best friend” coaching her from behind the scenes. Initially, I thought it was normal. Girls are emotional, and it’s natural for them to ask their friends for advice when they’re unsure. It wasn’t until she mentioned her “best friend” was a guy that I realized something was off. After we got married, I playfully asked her why she agreed to marry me. I expected her to say it was because of my persistence and devotion, or that she was moved by my deep affection. Instead, she said her best guy friend told her I was “a rich fool” and a good catch, so she went for it. At first, I thought she was joking and didn’t take it seriously. But now, reborn, recalling all the awful things she did for that best guy friend, I realized she was probably telling the truth. My longed-for happy life had been utterly destroyed by that best guy friend.
Stella’s best guy friend was Brandon. He worked at a big, stable company and had a beautiful fiancée. They had known each other for years, long before I ever came into the picture. Stella knew about Brandon’s fiancée, but Brandon’s fiancée had no idea Stella existed. According to Brandon, he wanted his and Stella’s friendship to be a secret, exclusive to just the two of them. Stella was thrilled about this. Someone willing to share a secret with her meant she was important to them. When I first learned about Stella’s best guy friend, I subtly expressed my discomfort. But that made the usually gentle Stella explode. She accused me of insulting her “pure” friendship with Brandon and emphasized that Brandon didn’t like women. I retorted, “If he doesn’t like women, why does he have a fiancée?” Stella claimed he was forced into it by his family, that he had no choice. She insisted that was why she understood how much pain he was in, that she was the only one in the world who could truly understand him, and without her, Brandon might not survive. I felt bad for Brandon’s fiancée, but seeing that Stella genuinely seemed to consider Brandon just a friend, I temporarily held back. However, after I found out about the best guy friend, Stella stopped being discreet. She started FaceTiming Brandon in front of me, chatting on the phone for hours, telling him about her day, and even texting him “goodnight” while lying next to me. They were as close as a couple, and I felt like the outsider. Still, to maintain the happiness of our little family, I endured it all. But Stella began to escalate. She started going shopping and to the movies with Brandon, leaving me out. Her excuse was that she needed to “bond” with her best friend, and I wouldn’t fit in. She started rushing to Brandon’s house to take care of him when he caught a cold, while completely ignoring me, even after I’d worked all day, my back aching, and nearly fainted from low blood sugar. She started accompanying Brandon to bars and clubs, claiming she just “liked the atmosphere.” It wasn’t until I saw pictures on her phone of her and Brandon posing face-to-face that I finally reached my breaking point and exploded. I confronted Stella: “Why are you so close to a man who isn’t me? Why is it that every time you come back from a business trip, you don’t call me first to say you’re safe, but Brandon? Why, every time something fun happens, do you not share it with me first, but instead grab your phone and smile like an idiot while texting Brandon? Why, every time you’re sad or upset, do you not come to me first, but Brandon for comfort? Do you even consider me your husband?!” Stella just stared at me coldly and said, “Because you don’t understand me.” Her answer crushed me. If she said she was hungry, I’d drive thirty miles to get her favorite spicy ramen. If she said she was tired, I’d massage her back and shoulders until two or three in the morning. If she said she was feeling stressed, I’d cancel all my engagements, get in the car, and drive her all the way to a cozy cabin getaway in the mountains. But she said I didn’t understand her. Everything I did couldn’t compare to a simple word of concern from her best guy friend. I told Stella how I felt and begged her, for the sake of our happiness, to keep her distance from her best guy friend, or at least not let him affect our relationship. But my humble plea was met only with her cold reply: “If that’s how you want to think, there’s nothing I can do.” It was because of Brandon’s presence that our once happy life became a chaotic mess, and my hopes for the future vanished without a trace. It was in this situation that Stella told me Brandon invited her to an overnight party. I refused her and told her if she dared to go, we would divorce. That’s what finally stopped her. However, I never imagined that this incident would eventually lead to my family’s ruin and my tragic end. Reborn, I finally understood how foolish I had been. From the very beginning, I shouldn’t have had any expectations for Stella. She didn’t deserve the happiness I offered.
“What are you laughing at? Do you think I’m joking? If he really wanted to do anything to me, he would have done it ages ago. Why would he wait until now?” “I feel like you have absolutely no respect for me, no respect for my friends! Do you think because I married you, I’m supposed to be your slave, with no freedom at all?!” Stella tried every trick in the book to accuse me, hoping I’d agree to let her go to the overnight party with Brandon. I looked at this woman, who saw my care and concern as a restriction on her freedom, and suddenly felt a sense of release. Even if I stopped this foolish woman once, there would definitely be a second time. Besides, her actions had already left me utterly disappointed. Reborn, I wasn’t going to waste any more energy on her. If she wanted to go so badly, then let her go. According to the previous timeline, she and Brandon would be arrested together and end up in jail. That would be a good thing for me. Then I could file for divorce and ensure she wouldn’t get a single penny. Thinking about that, I felt a little better. If we divorced normally, by law, I’d have to split half my assets with Stella. Over the years, I built this company alone. This entire foundation is my hard work. Stella, in these past few years, not only quit her job to be a stay-at-home mooch, but she also constantly secretly took my money to spend on Brandon. How could I ever bring myself to give half my assets to someone like that? So, I smiled at Stella and said, “Alright, don’t be angry. I’ll let you go.” Stella’s eyes instantly lit up. “Really?” I nodded. “Really.” Stella immediately threw herself into my arms. “Oh, honey, you’re the best! Don’t worry, I promise I won’t do anything to betray you!” I felt a surge of nausea, but to avoid suspicion, I kept quiet. Stella finished her perfunctory embrace, then quickly pulled out her phone and sent Brandon a voice message: “My husband agreed to let me go to the party with you! Come pick me up quickly before he changes his mind.” Not long after, Brandon’s car pulled up outside our house. I saw Stella out. She immediately got into the passenger seat and winked at Brandon playfully, as if boasting about successfully pulling off a lie. She rolled down the window, turned to me, and said, “Darling, go back inside. Don’t worry about me. Brandon will take good care of me. Besides, we’re going to a respectable party, not the kind of dirty party you have in your head. Just relax.” With that, she urged Brandon to drive away. The moment the car pulled away, I saw Brandon glance at me through the window, a look of mockery, triumph, and a hint of disdain on his face. I knew that was the look of a man who successfully stole someone else’s beloved woman. But I smiled too, because I knew that before long, that despicable duo would be rotting in jail.
After Stella left with Brandon, I went back inside, looked at our wedding photos on the wall, and felt an overwhelming bitterness. I used to think that as long as I was more tolerant and understanding towards Stella, our happy little family could thrive. But I underestimated the importance of that best guy friend in her heart. Perhaps she was truly happy only when she was with Brandon. Maybe she only married me for my money. Scene after scene of our past flashed before my eyes, like bubbles popping, and my last shred of feeling for Stella vanished. I began to pack Stella’s things. Starting tomorrow, this house would no longer hold any trace of her. I bought this house to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. To surprise Stella, I waited until it was fully renovated before telling her, so only my name was on the deed. The first time I brought Stella here, the surprise I expected wasn’t on her face. Instead, she questioned whose name was on the house. I told her it was my name, but since it was bought after we got married, it was considered marital property, and she shouldn’t worry about it. But Stella complained about it for a long time, saying I didn’t love her because I wouldn’t put her name on the deed, treating her like an outsider. Now, I was somewhat glad her name wasn’t on it. According to the rules, as long as I could prove I bought the house with my own money, it would be my sole property. Even with a divorce, Stella wouldn’t get a dime. I carefully took down all the wedding photos and started thinking about what came next. With Stella in jail, my chances of filing for divorce were very high. Even if she was unwilling, with my connections and methods, I could easily get her to sign the divorce papers from behind bars. And reborn, with my memories of the future, I possessed information no one else could know in advance. With this knowledge, I could undoubtedly grow my company to an unprecedented scale! Maybe by the time Stella got out of jail, I would already be a top-tier magnate. I wondered how she would feel then, seeing me. Just as I was envisioning my bright future, my phone suddenly rang. It was Stella. A flicker of confusion crossed my mind. Based on the time, she should be having a blast with Brandon right now. Why would she suddenly call me? Could they be playing some twisted game, and she called me on purpose? I hesitated for a moment, then answered the call. “Honey, quick, come find me! I need your help with something!” Stella’s voice was panicked, as if she’d just been scared. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Oh, I’ll tell you when you get here! Just come over, and be fast!” Stella was frantic. After giving me her location, she abruptly hung up. I was baffled, unsure what kind of game she was playing. Could she have discovered Brandon’s true colors and had a sudden change of heart? Regardless of what Stella was planning, I felt I should go. At the very least, I needed to see what was happening. So, I quickly tidied up and headed to the location Stella had given me. It was a small road, not exactly secluded, but usually empty at night. When I arrived, I saw Stella and Brandon standing by the roadside. Brandon’s car was parked nearby, hazards flashing. As I got closer, I noticed a person lying in front of Brandon’s car, with a puddle of blood on the ground. Brandon’s face was pale, his eyes wide with horror and lingering fear. “What happened here?” I walked up to Stella and Brandon, distinctly smelling alcohol. Both of them must have been drinking. Stella looked at me anxiously. “Honey, Brandon got distracted while driving and didn’t see someone on the road. He just hit them! We could have just taken them to the hospital and paid compensation, but Brandon was drinking today. If the police find out, this is going to be a huge problem…” I immediately guessed what Stella wanted me to do, and my face instantly turned cold. “So, why did you call me here?” Stella looked at me pleadingly. “I want you to help him! When the police arrive later, you can say *you* were the one who hit them. Otherwise, Brandon, with drunk driving and hitting someone, will go to jail! He’s still so young, and he’s getting married soon, and he’s about to get a promotion at work. If he goes to jail, everything will be ruined! Please, for my sake as his best friend, help him out, okay?” Brandon also chimed in, “Man, please, help me out! I’ll be forever grateful for your kindness, I’ll repay you in my next life…” My face darkened to an extreme. My eyes fixed on Stella. “You’re afraid of *him* going to jail, but you’re not afraid of *me* going to jail?” Stella quickly said, “No, it won’t happen! I asked a friend, and you haven’t been drinking. Even if you hit someone fatally, you just have to pay compensation, it’s fine…” “You mean I’ll have to pay for him too?” I clenched my fists. Stella bit her lip. “Brandon’s getting married soon and needs money. We can just front it for him. He’ll pay us back when he has money later. Anyway, you make a lot, so it’s not a big deal for you.” I nearly slapped Stella right then and there. This woman, for her best guy friend, was utterly shameless! But this was good. If you’re so heartless, then don’t blame me for being ruthless! I looked at Brandon, a cold smirk flashing in my eyes. A brilliant plan for revenge formed in my mind.
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