New Year's Eve Drama: My Husband's "Bro"

Summary

At the dinner table, there she was—the female "bro" I had never met, sitting right next to my husband.

When she hugged his arm for the fourth time, I threw up all over the floor.

My husband was frantic, patting my back and trying to help me catch my breath.

But his "bro" just raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, and scoffed:

"Well, Arthur, you certainly know how to pick a wife. What a buzzkill."

Oh, I see. A classic "Pick Me" girl.

But what she didn't know was...

When it comes to playing the innocent victim, I wrote the damn book.