The Bride's Brothers-in-arms

Synopsis

After I came back to life again, I was back at the altar and about to marry Landre Fitzroy for the second time. Once again, I heard the wedding emcee ask excitedly, "What's the secret to keeping love fresh?" In my previous life, all I knew was boxing. I looked at Landre reverently and said, "I have no clue about such things. It's my husband who's good at it." This time, I replied indifferently, "Just like my husband, I believe love and marriage should be kept separate." His love was reserved for my best friend, but his marriage was to me. This time, instead of tossing the bouquet to my best friend as I did in my previous life, I smashed it at Landre directly. Landre gave me the all-too-familiar look of bewilderment and shock that I knew so well. It was just like when he was a photographer in my previous life. He was secretly taking sexy private photos of my best friend behind my back and then brushed me off with the same impatient, bewildered look. "Her body doesn't have scars like yours. This is just pure aesthetics in the eyes of an artist," he used to say. In my previous life, when I discovered their affair and wanted to show the world my best friend's "pure aesthetics," Landre looked at me with disappointment and called me vulgar. In this life, Landre tried to placate me, thinking I was just throwing another tantrum. But I had had enough long ago. I lifted the hem of my wedding dress to reveal my flat shoes and walked toward my male buddies, who had risen from their seats in indignation.