Come With Me

Not all marriages are about love.Not all choices are either right or wrong.This story of me and Robbie began with an ugly plot, directed and acted by none other than my mother herself. She mercilessly drugged me and put me on his bed, but in the end, I married his brother.That moment, I hadn't known the gap between heaven and hell was such an unbridgeable gap.Neither did I know that some hells were decorated with gold, trying to look as if heaven.Sometimes destiny is like a spinning top. You never know the next moment who will stay by your side.