My best friend flaunted a kissing photo of her and my boyfriend on SnapChat.
A month later, I married my best friend’s 22-year-old son.
On our wedding day, my ex and my best friend blocked the entrance, their faces pale with rage:
Are you insane?!
I looped my arm through my new husband’s and smiled.
“You stole my man, I took her son. Isn’t that perfectly fair?”
Late at night, my new husband wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“My mom says you’re only after my family’s money?”
I turned, cupped his face, and said:
“Wrong. I’m after your youth and good looks. And conveniently piss off your b*tch mother to death.”
“Chloe! Quick, check SnapChat!”
My fingers trembled as I tapped open the screenshot, and the image on the screen instantly froze my blood.
It was a post from my best friend, Victoria. In the photo, she was nestled in a man’s arms, their lips locked in a kiss.
The caption was just five words:
“Finally with my love.”
And that man? He was Brandon, my fianc, whom I’d been waiting for five hours at our engagement party today.
Five hours. I watched the clock hand on the wall crawl from 2 PM to 7 PM.
I’d called him fifty-seven times, sent hundreds of texts, but he hadn’t even shown a shadow.
From my initial “Is traffic bad?” to “Is something wrong?” all that was left were screens full of red exclamation marks.
He had blocked my messages.
My mind went blank. I stared at that photo for a full minute before I could even process what to do.
Shaking, I dialed Victoria’s number. It rang three times before she picked up.
Her voice held a hint of barely concealed triumph:
“Hey, darling, what made you think of calling me?”
“What does your post mean?”
I tried my best to keep my voice calm, but my teeth wouldn’t stop chattering.
A soft chuckle came from the other end, laced with undisguised mockery:
“What does it mean? Exactly what you saw, of course. Brandon and I are together, we’re the ones who belong. Did you really think he wanted to marry you? He just saw that your family was well-off and wanted a free housekeeper, that’s all.”
“You’re lying!”
I couldn’t help but raise my voice, and tears finally started to fall uncontrollably.
“He’s not like that! Put him on the phone, I want to hear it from him!”
“Don’t waste your time, he’s right next to me. He doesn’t want to talk to you.”
Victoria’s voice turned even more cutting:
“Honestly, don’t be too upset. You’re not getting any younger, just find a decent man and marry him, stop clinging to Brandon.”
Just then, Brandon’s voice came through the phone, cold and unfamiliar.
“Enough, stop wasting your breath on her. We’ve been together for ages. You’ve got no money, no car, no house. Being with your best friend, I can cut twenty years off my grind!”
I clutched my phone, my throat constricted as if stuffed with cotton. I couldn’t utter a single word.
“Hear that?”
Victoria’s voice rang out again.
“Face reality. He loves *me*.”
I slammed the phone down, tossing it onto the table.
Five hours of waiting, all those self-consoling excuses, became a cruel joke in that moment.
I never imagined that Victoria, whom I treated with such sincerity, and my fianc would conspire to betray me like this.
I don’t know how long I cried, but then my phone suddenly vibrated again.
It was Victoria’s son, the 22-year-old guy who always called me “sis.”
His message was simple:
“Sis, are you really going to marry that man from my mom’s SnapChat post?”
Seeing that message, a strange emotion surged within me.
He’d pursued me for three years. There was a ten-year age gap between us, and I’d always just dismissed it as a child’s passing fancy.
But now, I strangely typed back:
“No, I’m not. How about… I marry *you*?”
The moment the message sent, it wasn’t anticipation I felt, but exhilaration.
Sure enough, my phone buzzed the next second.
“Sis? Are you serious? Marry *me*?”
My fingertips flew across the keyboard, every word infused with a wild, reckless energy.
“Of course, I’m serious. Do you dare?”
“I dare!”
His reply came as fast as if he’d been waiting his whole life for the question.
“What’s there to be afraid of? If it’s for you, sis, I’d dare anything!”
Looking at those words, the pent-up rage inside me suddenly found an outlet.
Victoria, Brandon, just you wait. You’re in for a show.
As I walked into the parking lot, a figure rushed out from the shadows of a streetlamp.
Leo Harrison ran too quickly. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist.
“Sis! You’re not kidding, are you? You’re really going to marry me? Not… not just to piss off that jerk Brandon?”
Seeing his body instantly tense, I deliberately slowed my speech, my tone laced with a hint of seduction.
“If it was just to piss him off, you wouldn’t be willing?”
He immediately shook his head:
“I am willing! Even if I’m just a pawn, I’m willing to be your pawn, sis!”
He suddenly took a step closer, almost pressing against me:
“But sis, I want to be *your man* even more.”
“Aren’t you afraid Victoria will find out?”
I raised an eyebrow, deliberately poking his weak spot.
“If she knew that the son she babied and always bragged about, the one she thought was so outstanding, had stolen her ‘best friend’s’ fianc, wouldn’t she faint on the spot?”
At the mention of Victoria, the light in his eyes dimmed.
“My mom? When has she ever cared about me? She’s too busy dating men, too busy scheming to find rich guys. Only you, sis, care for me.”
“Sis?”
He clutched the hem of my dress tighter.
“What are you thinking? Do you… do you think I’m too young, not good enough for you? Or that being with me is just too weird?”
“Weird?”
I suddenly laughed, reaching out to cup his chin.
“Leo Harrison, you’ve wanted to do this for a long time, haven’t you? Ever since three years ago, when I was feeding you medicine, you’ve been plotting how to get me?”
His face instantly flushed deep red, but he didn’t deny it:
“So what if I was? You clearly treated me differently too, sis. Otherwise, why would you be so good to a ‘little brother’?”
He suddenly reached out, gripping my wrist and pulling me closer to him.
“Sis, stop pretending. You just want everyone to know that you chose *me*, don’t you?”
I looked into the wild intensity in his eyes, my heart pounding uncontrollably.
He was right. What was I pretending for?
I wanted the thrill, I wanted to be reckless, I wanted Victoria and Brandon to taste what it was like to fall from their high horse.
I pulled out my phone, clasped his hand with my free one, and snapped a photo of our intertwined hands.
I immediately posted it on SnapChat, with just two words: “Getting married.”
The moment it successfully sent, my phone vibrated frantically. The caller ID boldly displayed “Fianc.”
I swiped to answer. Before Brandon’s furious voice could erupt, I spoke first.
“Mr. Brandon, saw it already? What’s wrong, heartbroken?”
“Chloe Quinn! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Brandon roared:
“What kind of random guy did you find? You’re throwing away your dignity just to spite me?!”
Leo stood beside me. Hearing Brandon’s words, his face instantly darkened.
He reached out to snatch the phone, but I held him back.
I looked up at him, smiling silently, my lips forming the words: “Watch this.”
I let out a soft laugh, the mockery in my voice undisguised.
“Brandon, when you were passionately kissing Victoria at the party, why didn’t you call yourself a ‘random guy’?”
“That’s because we’d already lost our feelings for each other! You were just clinging to me!”
Brandon’s voice was full of anger.
“Do you think finding some man will upset me? Chloe Quinn, you’re too naive!”
I deliberately paused:
“Well, Mr. Brandon, don’t forget, you still owe me three million. When you get married, remember to give me more money. Otherwise… I might just have to send my *fianc* to collect it personally.”
“You!”
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