Already Mrs. CEO
Language: en
On graduation day, Brenda, who disowned me five years ago, suddenly called me home. I thought she regretted kicking me out, but the moment I walked in, I saw that 50-year-old bachelor from our old town. "Ashley," Brenda said, her eyebrows knitting in impatience, "you're not getting any younger. I called you back for your wedding. I've found you a good husband." The old man, Frank, his face a mass of wrinkles, grinned and reached for my hand. I recoiled, backing away, staring at Brenda and my sister, Brittany, in disbelief. "Why are you doing this to me?" Brenda's eyebrows shot up, her face…