My Foster Brother Stole My Bride
Language: en
The first thing my foster brother Joey did after getting his driver's license was ask to borrow my sports car to pick up girls. I said no, so on my wedding day, he drove off with my wedding car. Amidst the roar of the engine, he sent me a voice message, sounding carefree. "William, I'll take your bride to the wedding venue first. You can just grab an Uber." The scene fell silent. I turned to look at Mia's father, Carter, standing at the back of the crowd. He avoided my gaze and simply said, "William, don't misunderstand. Joey and Mia already know each other well. It's just a car…