Married My Ex's Brother

The moment I opened the door, I never imagined that my fiancé would be in bed with my best friend, both of them wearing nothing.

I went absolutely crazy and charged toward them, wanting nothing more than to kill the two of them. But my fiancé shoved me to the floor and, turning it around, blamed me instead.

"Rosalind," he sneered, "if you hadn't been so self-righteous and refused to sleep with me, I wouldn't have cheated!"

Fine. Since he no longer wanted me, I married his older brother.

On the day of the wedding, I smiled at him and said, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

I was the precious daughter of the Sullivans. A year ago, despite my parents' strong objections, I had insisted on marrying Norris Gilbert. After a lot of protesting and stubborn negotiations, I finally got them to agree to an engagement with the Gilberts' son.

As I was happily preparing for our wedding, my phone suddenly buzzed with a message.

[Enchanted Hotel, Room 305. Your fiancé is with another woman.]

At first, I couldn't believe it. After all, just yesterday we were together, planning the wedding details. But when I opened the door, I saw it with my own eyes—my fiancé was on top of my best friend, Jasmine Perkins.

I was in shock. How could the person he was cheating with be Jasmine, of all people?

I went absolutely crazy and charged toward them, wanting nothing more than to kill the two of them. But Norris shoved me to the floor and, turning it around, blamed me instead.

"Rosalind," he sneered, "if you hadn't been so self-righteous and refused to sleep with me, I wouldn't have cheated!"

Was our entire relationship not worth more than his physical needs?

Seeing me in tears, Norris gently helped me up, wiping my tears away.

"Don't cry, Rosalind. It's just physical with her. The one I truly love is you. Can't you two just share me?" he asked, as if it were the most reasonable thing.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He wanted me to accept sharing him with someone else.

Well, he could dream on!

I slapped him across the face in anger, sending him sprawling to the ground. The next thing I knew, we were at the police station.

Norris, still holding Jasmine close, deliberately kissed her in front of me. The sight of them made my stomach churn.

In the years we'd been together, everyone around us said we were a perfect match. I had thought so too. I devoted myself entirely to him.

During the times he was so drunk he could barely stand, I'd stayed by his side, watching over him. When he was so busy he forgot to eat, I'd bring him hot meals.

I had witnessed the emotional distance between my own parents and had always appreciated Norris, the most loving partner I could've ever asked for. Norris had even promised that he would love only me,