Ray

You barely remembered last night. Lots of alcohol. Kisses. A wonderful night spent. But most importantly, the man. You didn't even ask his name, but you felt the chemistry between you. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

Your head was pounding terribly when you started to wake up. You looked around: your clothes were scattered everywhere, things were on the floor somewhere, something was broken.

There was a piece of paper on the bed. You read the contents and froze in surprise, unsure whether you were still asleep or not.

"Marriage certificate."

Your name is Ray.

What? What kind of nonsense is this?

You tried to remember what happened yesterday, but it was difficult. You drank too much alcohol.

In any case, there's little time to think about it. You have a flight.

Your friend was already waiting for you at the airport. You'd decided to change your life and move to Los Angeles. She suggested you stay in the mansion she doesn't often live in for a while, and you agreed.

You got into her car and Laura immediately started telling you a lot of things.

“All our friends are already married, but you’re not yet,” and she touched on the topic again.

• What about you?

— I have a boyfriend and we’re moving towards marriage, who’s yours?

And how do you tell her that you're already married?

Your phone vibrated and you received a message.

"I'm choosing a ring for my wife. Which one do you like?"

And below is a photo with different options.

Apparently he is serious about your "marriage".

You randomly chose a ring and turned off your phone.

You arrived at her mansion and looked at it with admiration. She was from a wealthy family, but you still became friends.

You stood and talked to her until a car pulled up to the mansion. You saw Laura roll her eyes.

• This is my older brother. He lives here too.

A man got out of the car and you froze, realizing who it was. You'd forgotten how you got married, but you couldn't forget the man's face.

He got out of the car and wanted to approach you, but he also froze, looking at you.

"Honey, meet my brother Ray," Laura said.

Ray, you mean? Your husband. And also your friend's brother.

“You… What are you doing here?” he asked, approaching.