Married to a good friend's brother

After quitting my job and moving back to my hometown to embrace the quiet life, I married my best friend's older brother. Only problem? He seemed to hate me.

Whatever. I figured it was like marrying my bestie anyway. So, after the wedding, I practically lived at her place. Then, one day, he cornered me.

"Honey, are you really going to make me live like a monk forever?"

"Huh?"

1.

The minute I decided to quit my job and move back home, Sarah, my best friend, flew out to get me. I hadn't even finished handing over my work when I was whisked away on her private jet. Talk about a spoiled rich girl and her struggling millennial friend.

"You should've come back ages ago! You have no idea how bored I've been stuck here without you," Sarah chirped, practically strangling me in a hug. The whole flight she regaled me with tales of her lonely princess life while I toiled away in the big city.

"Let go of my hand, let me finish sending this job application," I said, pretending to glare. She pouted but released me.

The "quiet life" back home was really just...struggling in a different zip code. Job hunting was still a necessity.

After I hit send, Sarah peered over my shoulder. "Wait, isn't that my brother's company? What position are you applying for? I'll put in a good word."

"..."

This is what it’s like having the daughter of the town's richest man as your best friend. I silently wept—why didn't she tell me sooner? I could have skipped the whole application process!

Just like that, I landed a job at Sarah's brother's company. Presumably thanks to Sarah, my workload was light, allowing me to clock out on time every day and hang out with her. She took me everywhere, treating me to all sorts of local delicacies, often cooked by a private chef. These were things I could only dream of during my ramen-fueled days in the city.

"Lisa, these past two years without you have been torture. I just don't click with those other rich girls. It's so much better having you around, someone who actually enjoys street food." She handed me the only skewers from the plate that weren't drenched in hot sauce. "Here's your non-spicy."

"Thanks, milady."

"Oh, stop it. By the way, if you see my brother at work, avoid him. We had a fight."

"Oh?" Truth be told, I hadn't even seen Sarah's brother in the almost month I'd been working there.

"He got mad because I agreed with Mom that he needs to bring a girl home. He even froze a bunch of my credit cards! What a jerk. No wonder he can't get a girlfriend." She continued, "And with that temper, if he does find someone, and she has the same temper, I'm going to lose it."

"I haven't met your brother. He probably doesn't even know who I am, right?" I gulped, suddenly worried he might take his anger out on me at work. I was terrified of workplace drama, but I needed this job. If it weren’t for the soul-crushing commute and endless overtime in the city, I wouldn’t have come back home.

"You'll meet him eventually. Just steer clear ...