Erasing My Past, The Antarctica Project

A month after I got out of prison, my fiancée married my adopted brother.

On the day of the wedding, my entire family stood nervously outside the banquet hall. Even after the ceremony started, they didn't move an inch.

They weren't there because they felt bad for me. They were just terrified that I would suddenly show up and ruin everything.

My mother paced back and forth anxiously. "The butler said he left the house half an hour ago..."

My father barked orders at the security guards. "Keep