My Best Brother's Girlfriend Is My WifeChapter 1
In my previous life, Sofia and I were the picture of marital bliss – a couple whose harmony and love seemed almost too perfect to be true. For five years, we played the role of an ideal union, a facade carefully constructed by my own hands. To our family and friends, we were a model couple, admired for our devotion and harmony. Yet, behind closed doors, the reality was far from the illusion we presented.
Sofia, with her delicate demeanor, had never once lifted a finger to tend to domestic chores. The kitchen remained a foreign land to her; she had never stirred a pot, nor had she ever faced the mundane task of mopping the floor. I, in turn, took on the role of the perfect husband, attending to her every whim and desire. This role earned me glowing praise from her family, who lauded me as a son-in-law beyond compare, oblivious to the cold chasm that separated us.