Blurb：
After five years of pining for Aiden, I was left heartbroken on New Year's Eve when he stood me up. His brother Jimmy faced the same rejection from Bree. Devastated, we discovered Aiden and Bree were now a couple through their social media posts. In a pact of revenge, Jimmy and I decided to plan our own wedding—to beat them to the altar. But when Aiden showed up at my door, furious and questioning my decision to marry Jimmy, our whirlwind romance took an unexpected turn. Dive into this emotional love triangle filled with betrayal, second chances, and the complexities of relationships. Will our revenge wedding bring closure or unravel deeper secrets?Content：
Five years. That’s how long I chased Aiden. It’s also how long his brother, Jimmy, chased Bree.Then, on New Year's Eve, I waited at the movie theater for an Aiden who never came. And at the amusement park, Jimmy waited for a Bree who never showed.
Instead, at the stroke of midnight, we both saw their social media posts, announcing to the world that they were a couple.
Later, we found ourselves commiserating. He was the one who said it first. "How about we just make a go of it? We both know what we're getting into."
I was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."
And just like that, we were a whirlwind of activity—trying on wedding dresses, scouting venues, picking a date, writing invitations. The goal was simple: get married before they did.
Weeks later, as I was drowning in a sea of venue brochures, a sharp knock echoed through my apartment. I opened the door to find Aiden standing there, his jaw clenched, the rims of his eyes red.
"Are you serious?" he bit out. "Are you really going to marry Jimmy? Have you even thought this through?"
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On New Year's Eve, I stood in the plaza just off Central Square, watching the helium balloons float into the snowy sky, a sea of embracing couples all around me. I clutched a pair of movie tickets in my hand, the falling flakes melting on my skin.
I couldn’t quite name the feeling, only that after loving Aiden for so many years, this was not the ending I had hoped for.
My phone buzzed. It was Jimmy, Aiden's younger brother.
She didn't show.
The three of us—Aiden, Jimmy, and I—had grown up together. I fell for Aiden, and Jimmy fell for my roommate, Bree. We’d made a pact: he’d help me, and I’d help him.
A spectacular failure. On the biggest night of the year, he was stood up by Bree, and I by Aiden.
I let out a long, slow breath, a white cloud in the frigid air, and was about to leave when my phone rang. It was Jimmy. The background was a cacophony of noise, but his voice came through, clear and a little raspy.
"Did you see their posts?"
A cold dread washed over me. My hand hovered over the screen, my thumb refusing to tap open the app. It felt like if I did, everything would change forever.
But I did it anyway. My feed was flooded with couples celebrating the new year. I only had to scroll a little before I saw it.
And when I saw the photo, my numbness overshadowed the pain. It was a picture of them in their old school uniforms, standing on the athletic field, grinning and flashing peace signs at the camera. They both looked so genuinely happy. Aiden so rarely smiled in pictures with me. And Bree had always refused to take any photos with Jimmy.
Bree and I were classmates in high school. I'd moved into the dorms for a while after a fight with my parents. They'd asked Aiden and Jimmy to bring me things, and through those visits, Bree got to know them both.
But when had this happened? When had they fallen for each other?
Jimmy and I had been such fools, moths drawn to a flame.
I couldn't speak, a lump lodged in my throat, choking me. Jimmy was still on the line, silent.
Finally, he spoke. "Are you still at the theater?"
"Yeah," I managed.
"Wait for me there. I'll buy new tickets. We can still go."
"Okay," I whispered.
It was a pathetic situation, but at least I had someone to be pathetic with. That made it a little less unbearable. As I waited, I didn't try to piece together the clues I must have missed. My mind was just… empty. I didn't cry. It all just felt so sudden.
I don't know how long I waited, crouched by the entrance until my legs went numb. Finally, I saw him coming down the escalator. A few days ago, he'd dyed his hair a fiery red. "For a prosperous new year," he'd said, convinced it was a sign of good things to come. I had wanted to dye mine red too, but since he beat me to it, I’d settled for a milky brown.
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