I Rushed Into Marriage With a "Poor" Older Man Chapter 2

I stormed back home and plopped down at the dining table, gulping down a large glass of ice water.

My best friend looked at me in shock.

"Zoe, are you a water buffalo or something?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized something was wrong.

"Wait, weren't you supposed to go register your marriage with your boyfriend today? Why are you back alone?"

"Don't even mention it!"

The anger that had just been quelled by the ice water flared up again.

"That jerk hooked up with a rich woman. He couldn't break up earlier or later, he had to do it on our wedding day. Does he think I'm a dog he can summon and dismiss at will?"

My friend snorted.

"I told you Ben was no good. Forget about it, let that loser enjoy his sugar mommy. I'll find you some hot guys and take you out to have fun!"

I was going to refuse, but then I thought, Ben's first move after hooking up with that rich woman would definitely be to get married.

How could I fall behind him?

So I agreed.

My friend got excited and pulled out a bunch of photos of handsome guys for me to choose from.

"This one is my cousin's friend, a total puppy dog who would stick to you all day."

"I met this one while drinking, he's got a great body. I wasn't into him so I didn't pursue it, but I checked and he's still single."

"Oh, and this one is..."

My friend went on and on, introducing the guys one by one. Looking at all these different men, I felt overwhelmed.

This was like selecting concubines for an emperor!

No wonder the cat in "Empresses in the Palace" was so irritated when faced with all those men vying for the emperor's attention.

Who could handle having all these people laid out in front of them, having to get to know each one?

"Hey, I've been talking for so long, hurry up and pick someone already!"

My friend finally got tired of talking and took a sip of water, then pushed me impatiently.

I stared at the photos spread all over the coffee table, feeling a headache coming on. I randomly pointed at one.

"This one, I guess."

My friend followed where I was pointing and fell into an odd silence before speaking with great difficulty.

"Zoe... I didn't know you were into... that type?"

Me: "Huh?"

I took a closer look.

Oh boy!

Among all the young, handsome guys, my finger was pointing steadily at the only photo of an older man.

Me: "..."

Was this fate?