My Fiancé Defended His Female Best Friend Over Me

Synopsis

I'd always been the stubborn type, taking everything way too seriously and never knowing when people were joking. When my grandma said I was picked up from a trash can, I went out and bowed to every trash can I saw. I even handed out flyers looking for my "real mom". A boy at school said my butt was big, so I'd probably have lots of kids. That same day, I marched over to his house, ripped his mom's pants, and checked if hers was any bigger. After a while, nobody dared to mess with me anymore. Whenever I was around, everyone suddenly got all nice and proper. But then, right after I turned eighteen, my family decided it was time for an arranged marriage and picked a guy for me. And this guy, James Eaton, had a childhood female friend, Erica Quinn. At a party, we were playing Truth or Dare. Erica shot me a sly grin. "Sandra, James has a mole on the inside of his thigh. It looks pretty good when he's moving around. "You'll be lucky when you two do something together." The room went silent for a moment, and then James's buddies cracked up. I paused. Then I turned to James, who was holding his drink with his eyes downcast and a faint smile. "Take your pants off. Let me see if it's true."