I Asked My Female Best Friend To End My Marriage

In my past life, my marriage was ruined by a so-called “male best friend.”

On our wedding anniversary, he taunted me in front of everyone.

“Javier is one lucky guy. Last night I noticed Sophie’s bust has gotten even fuller. It’s so smooth and supple.”

Sophie Santos completely disregarded my dignity. She laughed and said they were just close friends who even showered together.

I punched him. The very next day, I handed her the divorce papers.

She accused me of overreacting and forced me to kneel and apologize to him.

I stormed out in anger. However, I never expected the bridge we were overseeing to suddenly collapse. It caused massive casualties.

In the end, I was sent to prison for ten years.

On visiting day, he actually showed up too.

“Thanks a lot, Javier. You signed off on the project. So naturally you’re the one who’s going to serve time.”

I glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

He leaned close to the microphone. His voice was as soft as a venomous snake flickering its tongue.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got everything sorted out in there… just take your time suffering.”

Three months later, I was beaten to death by a prison bully on the cold concrete floor.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the anniversary.

At that moment, my female best friend kicked the door open and straddled my crotch.

“Don’t mind me, Sophie. We grew up naked together.

“I know his… measurements from every stage of his life.”

A clear, cheerful female voice cut through the noise.

“Javier, I’m not too late, am I?”

I looked up, smiled, and stepped forward to wrap my arm around her waist. “Of course not. You’re right on time.”

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The smile vanished from Sophie’s face. Her voice turned cold and hard.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

I smiled and addressed the crowd. “Cassy Cowell, my good friend.”

Cassy stretched out a leg and straddled my thighs.

She blinked innocently at Sophie.

“Sophie, please don’t be jealous. Javier and I grew up butt naked around each other.”

She paused. Her smile deepened. “After all, I know his… measurements from every stage of his life.

“I measured him just last week. It’s exactly the same as when we were in college.”

Yohan Sander’s smile froze on his face.

Sophie’s cutlery fell to the floor.

I raised an eyebrow and chimed in.

“Shut up. Your technique is nowhere near as good as my wife’s.”

“Javier Tate!”

Sophie slammed her wine glass down on the table. Red wine splashed everywhere.

She pointed at Cassy. Her fingertips trembled.

“What do you mean by that?”

In an instant, the entire private room fell deathly silent.

Cassy seemed oblivious to the murderous glare directed at her. She calmly reapplied her lipstick before meeting Sophie’s gaze with full composure.

I shrugged and looked at Sophie with an innocent expression.

“What’s wrong? Honey, why are you