Get in The Wrong Car, Marry the Right Person

The consequence of destroying the food Sam had prepared was to suffer hunger at night.

I couldn’t cook, and I was living in Sam’s place, so I had to order takeout.

When the takeaway was delivered, Sam was nowhere to be seen, and the lights in the living room were not on.

Holding the takeaway, I was going to go back to the bedroom and eat when Sam suddenly spoke up and scared me.

“My food is much better than the takeout.”

Sam folded his arms and leaned against the door frame of the study.

His showing up in the middle of the night and scaring me made me mad again.

I glared at him fiercely. "I just love takeouts. Why do you care?"

Just as I was about to step into the bedroom, Sam reminded me, "Sierra, I don't care whether you accept our marriage or not. But what's done is done. You can't change it."

After hearing this, my face turned dark as I kicked the door.

Once again, I took my anger out on the door.

Sam and I went to my parents' house a few days later as per convention.

Sasha and Pedro had not arrived yet. My parents treated Sam warmly and had an enjoyable conversation with him without any regard for my feelings.

Thinking of how I had been cheated and the text message my mother sent me on my wedding day, I felt aggrieved and angry. In the end, I couldn't help but vent my emotions on Sam and glared at him fiercely.

Sam smiled at me.

My anger seemed not to bother him at all.

I asked my parents to go upstairs and questioned them privately.

"I can let Sasha have Pedro if she really likes him. There are plenty of men I can choose! I disagreed with her dating poor Sam in the first place. I could always find a boyfriend as rich as Pedro.

But why did you let me marry Sam in the end? I'm not in love with him! I want an abundant life!"

I spoke to my parents in an angry tone, and my dad slammed the table in fury. "You always care so much about money. Haven't I given you enough money since you were young?"

I yelled at my father, "Of course, you've given me a lot of money, but I have the right to choose my own life. My husband can't be a man who earns less than 20,000 dollars a month and has to pay off car loans and mortgages every month!"

I was born into a wealthy family and was used to spending money lavishly every month. I found it difficult to accept a man who couldn't offer me a luxurious life.

My father slapped me hard and said to me bitterly, "You are really not as reasonable as your sister."

I had never been beaten since I was a child.

What my father did almost broke the relationship between him and me.

My parents married me to Sam without my permission and didn't even apologize to me when I questioned them.

I always thought my parents treated Sasha and me fairly and equally.

But at that moment, I thought differently.

I laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "Yeah. I'm not as reasonable as my sister, so you guys just married my sister to Pedro behind my back."

"From now on, just consider I'm dead, and I will never set foot in this house again."

I went downstairs and left quickly.

Sam saw me coming downstairs with red eyes and hurried over to ask, "What's with the tears?"

I pushed him away. "Sam! I'm not your wife. You don't have to chase after me! Do you know how much I hate you?"