The Art of Letting Go
Language: en
At my wedding, I stuffed the Bouquet into my best friend's arms, wishing her to find her own happiness soon. Best friend's smile froze, playfully blamed me: "Don't curse me, I dedicated my rest life to art, no time give men a look." But less than a year, I found her naked in my husband's office. I made a huge scene, hung banners downstairs company, exposed their dirty relationship. Printed their embarrassed look in bed into flyers distributed everywhere. Went to best friend's school report, looped their small video on her graduation ceremony. But Julian Vance still protected her,…