Having My Pick of Love

Everyone in Logan Bradshaw's social circle knows he dotes on me endlessly. He turns down the marriage his family has arranged for him for my sake. His love for me remains unchanged for three years.

However, things change during his bachelor party before our wedding. His true love asks, "Will you leave with me if I crash your wedding?"

He says seriously, "I will."

I hold back my tears and text my wealthy best friend. "Can you take me away from here in the shortest time possible?"

She arrives seven minutes later. Her car's tires are practically on fire because of how fast she drove. "I told you you should've married a rich guy and enjoyed the good life!

"You totally deserve it, with your looks and personality! My brother is as handsome as they come, and my father still has it going. Pick one!"

With the wedding approaching, Logan Bradshaw's childhood friends threw him a bachelor party.

Everyone in Logan's close circle knew how much he adored me. If he didn't bring me along, he'd undoubtedly rush home before 10:00 pm, regardless of whether the others enjoyed themselves.

So this time, they warmly invited me as well.

However, the moment I stepped inside, I sensed something was off.

Everyone greeted me enthusiastically, yet I caught them subtly exchanging glances with Logan. I had no idea what was going on.

Once everyone was seated, a short-haired woman arrived fashionably late.

"Sorry, I'm late! Traffic was terrible!"

She was tall and slender, and her voice was crisp and confident.

Beside me, Logan instantly tensed up. For the first time in my life, I saw what it looked like when someone's heart skipped a beat.

The woman beamed at me and extended her hand.

"You must be the bride-to-be. Nice to meet you! I'm Leah Powell."

The second I heard her name, everything clicked into place. Leah was Logan's first love—the girl he had adored for five years.

From what I was told, Logan wasn't as composed back then as he was now. He pursued her relentlessly, be it by filling the street outside her home with roses or lighting up fireworks just for her. The years of his youth revolved around her.

But three years ago, Leah decisively left to study abroad with another guy.

That was when I met Logan. He walked toward me through the hazy glow of the lights at a party. I just had half a drink, yet I was already drunk because of him.

I immediately pestered my friends for information about him, and when they pushed me toward him, I was so nervous that my tongue tripped over itself.

"I'm Tara Cruz… May I get your name?"

Laughter erupted around us. The frown Logan wore for months finally eased into a smile.

After we got together, he poured all his tenderness into our relationship.

He remembered every little thing I liked and disliked. No matter how late I worked, he insisted on picking me up