It's something I've always wanted to do: be his wife. Despite his refusal to marry the two of us, he did nothing but carry out his parents' wishes. Nonetheless, I believe he will come to love me as much as I love him. I've adored him since then and will continue to do so. That was how insane I was with him. Even though it's an unrequited love, being his wife is a dream come true. Will my outpouring of love for him, however, bring me happiness, or will I eventually find it in his brother?