My Best Friend Claimed My Bride

On my wedding day, my best friend Marcus sent me a sex tape of him and my wife, Isla.

Furious, I ignored Isla's desperate pleas.

I turned and left, moving to another city with my friend Clara.

Isla, with her extreme and obsessive personality, was so enraged she put out a global manhunt for us both.

In the end, unable to find work, I died sick in a basement apartment.

On my deathbed, Marcus looked down at me from above.

"Lucas, you're such a fool. That video I sent you? AI-generated. And you actually believed it?"

"Perfect. Now that you're dead, Isla will only marry me!"