She Chose My Brother, I Chose a New Bride

A week before our wedding, my fiancee announces that she is pregnant using my younger brother's frozen sperm.

"I'm grateful that our love can carry on in another way," she gushes on social media, showing off the test results.

My brother replies, "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me."

Then Mom chimes in. "Jenny, you've been through so much. Nathan's apartment should be under your name alone."

I don't argue and simply reply with a single word—"Congratulations".

My phone rings almost seconds later. "Your brother can't have kids anymore. It's just one child, and it's still related to you. Why are you being so petty?" she snaps.

I laugh under my breath, hang up, and dial another number. "Want to get married?"

Just a week before our wedding, my fiancee, Jeanette Lester, confessed that she was carrying a child conceived with frozen sperm from my younger brother, Noah Rowley.

"I'm so thankful that our love gets to live on in a different form," she fawned on social media, showing off the test results.

Noah commented, "Meeting you has been the greatest stroke of luck in my life."

Mom chimed in. "Jenny, you've suffered a lot. Nathan's apartment should be under your name alone."

I didn't even bother arguing. Instead, I simply replied with just one word—"Congratulations".

A few seconds later, my phone rang. "Your brother can't have kids anymore. It's just one child. Plus, it's still related to you. Why are you being so petty?" Mom snapped.

I let out a quiet laugh, ended the call, and dialed a different number. I asked, "Would you like to get married?"

There was a brief pause on the line before the other end erupted in shrieks of joy. "Really? You've finally thought it through! I'll book my flight back right now!

"You had better not back out. See you at the city hall next week." Then came a playful, drawn-out, "Honey."

That last word caught me off guard. My ears burned, and the flicker of regret I'd felt over acting on impulse disappeared.

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Meanwhile, Jeanette updated her social feed again. Out of curiosity, I clicked on it, only to see a photo of her massaging Noah's legs. She was smiling as if she couldn't be happier.

The comments section was filled with banter from her friends. Among them, I spotted a comment from Noah. It read, "If only we'd met before you were engaged."

That comment couldn't have been any more obvious. Jeanette didn't shy away from it either, replying, "It's never too late for love." Her friends piled on with more jokes and blessings.

Everyone around her knew about her affair with my brother. Yet every time they saw me, they picked me apart from head to toe.

I used to think that I wasn't good enough. But now I realized that it was because Jeanette's heart had always belonged to Noah.

Pain stabbed through my chest. I