Divorce Amid Kidnapping

My best friend and I got married on the same day, both joining the illustrious Gonzalez family. I married the older brother, Harrison Gonzalez, the CEO, while she married the younger brother, Ethan Gonzalez, the artist. Our childhood playmates became our husbands, and my close friend became my sister-in-law. We believed we were marrying for love. However, as time went on, our deep friendship contrasted sharply with our strained marriages. Gossip surrounded Harrison, and Ethan had a flirtatious nature. It felt as though we were trapped, like birds in a cage, longing for freedom.

I found myself turning into the kind of wife who stayed up late, anxiously waiting for her husband to come home. With a heavy heart, I realized we couldn't continue like this. "This can’t go on. We need to end these marriages."

My best friend immediately concurred, "Married together, divorced together."

Without a second thought, we left the divorce papers on the table and set off. We flew overseas and quickly gathered a small team to start filming a short series.

Late at night, in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel... While I was running through lines with a young, charming actor, I found myself cornered by the door. Harrison stood there, fists clenched, eyes bloodshot, "What does he have that I don't?"

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As I walked into Harrison’s office, a chorus of whispers followed me.

"Is she really fit to be Mrs. Gonzalez?"

"I heard she snagged the CEO back in college, beating others to the punch."

"She’s just eye candy, a trophy wife. What else does she bring to the table besides being a burden?"

Their voices were calculated to reach my ears. Just as I was ready to respond, my best friend called, having been unceremoniously ejected from Ethan’s studio by his secretary. They deemed it a sacred space, off-limits to family, and even ridiculed her for disrupting the artist’s creative flow.

In many ways, the Gonzalez brothers were similar—both in looks and in how they behaved. Phone calls went unanswered, texts were ignored. Soon, whispers among the elite hinted that the Gonzalez brothers had been caught in romantic entanglements with classmates since their school days. Young and inexperienced, their affairs became scandalous public dramas, pushing them into marriage.

Apparently, the brothers privately regretted these unions. Childhood sweethearts couldn’t rival strategic business marriages. What use was a beautiful wife if she didn't contribute to the Gonzalez Corporation?

The rumors spread until they reached us directly. Both my friend and I were livid, but the brothers remained indifferent, dismissing our concerns as irrational. One used work as an excuse, the other hid behind his art, coming home later each night. Ethan was especially notorious for his disappearances; my friend once found herself blocked at the studio by a secretary in a provocative outfit, who belittled her.

After hearing my friend’s tearful account, I came to a decision. "This can’t go on. We need to end these marriages."

My best friend immediately agreed, "Married together, divorced together."