Dual Marriage：A Friend's Tragic Farewell

My best friend and I signed up for the Dual Marriage System so the cancer wouldn't kill me. She and I managed to steal the hearts of the Hopkin brothers. Naturally, we became in-laws.

Seven years later, my husband's son told me I was dull and useless. Meanwhile, my best friend's husband slammed her behind bars for the sake of his old flame.

When she was released, the last thing she told me was, "Live on." Then, she rushed into the oncoming traffic and was crushed into a pulp by a speeding truck.

Useless Family

My best friend, Rachel Jennington, died. The shock shook me to my core. I saw her body split open into little chunks when the truck hit her, and I fainted.

When I woke up, I saw my husband sitting right next to me. He was a busy man and a famous scion in Imperia. Timothy Hopkin was the CEO of Hopkin Group. This was also the first time I saw him in two months.

He looked at me expressionlessly. "You're awake."

I ignored him and got out of bed. Then I rushed toward the door. Samuel Hopkin, my brother-in-law, was holding a picture of his lost love. The name of that girl? Jade Hopkin. She was his adopted sister, and he was smiling dumbly at her photo.

Jade was also there as well. The look of this disgusting couple blew me up. I could see nothing but the despair in my best friend's eyes before she died, and it made me snap.

Driven by rage, I lunged at Samuel and slapped him as hard as I could. And again. And again. And again, and again and again…

Jade screamed and tried to stop me, "Why are you hitting Samuel, Penelope?"

I slapped her as well, and she fell to the couch. Furiously, I growled, "Your turn will come. Get in the line."

Jade looked at Samuel tearfully, puckering her lips like she was the victim here. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought she was the one getting abused. Quietly, she said, "Sam…"

Samuel quickly came to her defense. "What are you doing, Penelope? Are you mad? I know. Jennington must've said something. She lied to you! That woman lied to you!"

He was defending his mistress and insulting my best friend? Calling these people animals would be an insult to animals. I slapped him a few more times, cursing, "You killed my best friend! How dare you insult her! You're a murderer! Rachel should've taken you when she killed herself! Both of you!"

Samuel was stunned, and all color drained from his face. "W-What'd you say? Rachel's dead?"

Of course, they didn't know she was dead. She just got out of prison earlier. She should've gotten a divorce, left Hopkins, and started a new life, free and happy. However, Jade went and taunted her. Thanks to that shameless woman, my best friend decided to take her own life.

Timothy came out and grabbed my hand. Frowning, he said, "Enough, Penelope. Have you gone mad?"

I slapped him without thinking. In his shocked gaze, I saw my reflection. I saw a madwoman. "Oh, you're stopping me because I hit your brother? Where were you when these people abused my friend? Dead?"

Timothy's face fell. "If your friend hadn't tricked Samuel and slept with him, he would never have even given her a moment of his time. She planned her scheme carefully so she could latch on to our family. She wouldn't kill herself, not when her plan finally came to fruition. Stop lying, Penelope."

Jade said, "Yeah. Someone told me they ran into Rachel a while ago. She must've lied to you, Penelope. You care so much about her, but she's using you to stir our family into chaos. She's evil…"

Samuel's eyes lit up. He obviously bought their story as he furiously said, "I can't believe her! She's a witch, I tell you! A witch! Penelope, tell her I'm going to get a divorce if she keeps trying to destroy our family!"

I looked at these shameless people, and fury flared in my soul. Yes, Rachel did use a loophole to get her marriage process onto the fast track, but she wasn't the one who drugged Samuel.

She only agreed to be his cure to save me. To finish our game task. She cared about saving me, not the Hopkins' money. Alas, the idiot fell in love with the bastard.

A long time ago, she told me shyly, "Marrying Samuel is the best thing I ever did, Penelope. I'm going to give him lots of children and grow old together."

All she got in return was a heartless bum and a head drenched with blood. My heart ached just thinking about him. I slapped Timothy again and furiously roared, "Insult her again, and I'll kill you!"

Suddenly, a petite silhouette cannoned over and crashed into me. I tumbled down to the ground. My son, Christian Hopkin, glared at me.

"How dare you hit Dad! Get the hell out of our house! You're not welcome here!"