My Bride Married My Brother

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My best friend, Jackson, had been stood up by his bride-to-be, and there he was on his wedding day, tears streaming down his face, begging me for a favor I never thought Id have to grant.

My fiance, Michelle, patted his shoulder with a confident smile, trying to soothe him. She told me they had grown up together, that their bond was thicker than blood, and that stepping in today was just a formalitya way to save face for his family.

"Besides," shed laughed, her eyes bright and teasing, "were getting married next week anyway. Think of this as a dress rehearsal. We can get the jitters out of the way early."

Out of respect for our years of friendship, and despite the knot of unease tightening in my chest, I gritted my teeth and agreed. I had no idea that my fiance, the woman who was supposed to be the maid of honor, would actually step into that white gown and become Jacksons "bride."

At the altar, Michelles arm was hooked firmly through Jacksons. The look in her eyes as she gazed at him wasnt the look of a friend performing a favor; it was a raw, unshielded adoration I hadnt seen in years.

When the officiant asked if she would take him to be her husband, her "I do" was sharper, more certain than it had been when Id proposed to her on a rainy night in October.

I stood there, a glorified extra in my own life, telling myself it was just an act. Dont be the jealous guy, Theo, I whispered to myself. Its just a performance.

The ceremony moved to the exchange of rings. Everything was going according to the scriptuntil the officiant smiled and announced, "The groom may now kiss the bride."

The guests began to cheer and hoot. Jackson actually had the nerve to walk over and clap me on the shoulder first. "Dont worry, Theo," he whispered, a smug glint in his eye. "Were just going to fake it. Camera angles, you know?"

Like a fool, I believed him.

But a second later, Michelle didnt just lean in. she stood on her tiptoes, pulled Jackson down by his lapels, and lost herself in a deep, lingering French kiss right in front of everyone.

The moment their lips met, the room erupted.

It wasn't a "stage kiss." It wasn't a peck on the cheek. It was a hungry, desperate entanglement of lips and tongues.

I froze, the blood draining from my face until I felt as pale as the tablecloths. Beside me, one of the bridesmaids whispered, "Oh my god, are they still acting? That looks really intense."

Intense. Yeah, that was one word for it.

They looked like the only two people in the world.

The applause thundered like a physical blow. Someone shouted, "One more!"

Jackson finally pulled away, his face flushed as he glanced toward me. He looked like he was about to say something, but Michelle didnt let him. She hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him back down for a second round.

I looked down at my groomsmans tuxedo, feeling the sheer absurdity of the situation.

When the kiss finally ended, Jackson hurried over to me. "Theo, man, Im so sorry. I didnt think she would"

He didnt finish. Michelle grabbed his wrist, pulling him behind her as if she were protecting him from me.

"Theo, its just a show," she said, her voice ringing with a terrifyingly calm authority. "Youre the one who gave us the green light. Dont take it out on Jackson."

She sounded so righteous, so logical, that for a split second, I felt like the one being unreasonable.

Jackson chimed in, "Seriously, Theo. Theres nothing going on. Michelle loves you. Youre her world."

Her world?

She knew how much this would hurt me, and yet she chose to devour another mans mouth in a room full of our peers.

I didn't say a word. I threw the boutonniere I was holding onto the floor and turned, running out of the banquet hall into the biting afternoon air.

In the past, Michelle would have chased after me. She would have apologized until she was blue in the face, begging for my forgiveness. But today, I stood in the cold for thirty minutes, smoking through two cigarettes, and she never came.

Finally, I crushed the second butt under my shoe and walked back inside.

As I passed the hallway leading to the bridal suite, I noticed the door was cracked open. A soft, rhythmic sound caught my ear.

I stopped. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.

Through the gap in the door, I saw them. On the velvet sofa, Michelle and Jackson were a mess of limbs and white lace. Her gown was pushed up to her waist, her breath coming in jagged, rhythmic gasps.

She let out a soft moan and playfully slapped his chest. "Jackson, are you crazy? What if Theo sees us?"

Jackson didn't flinch. He let out a low, dark chuckle. "Michelle, babe, weve been sneaking around for two years. If he was going to find out, he wouldve done it by now."

He gripped her hips, pinning her deeper into the cushions. "Besides, we just signed the papers. Is it a crime to sleep with my own wife?"

Two years? Signed papers?

I felt like Id been plunged into a frozen lake. My lungs burned as I tried to draw air.

Michelle didnt pull away. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I only signed those papers because of the baby, Jackson. Im supposed to marry Theo next week, and I still haven't figured out how to break it to him..."

My fingernails bit into my palms, drawing blood.

The baby. The pregnancy shed announced three weeks agothe one that had me crying tears of joy, the one that had me rushing to finalize our wedding plans.

It wasn't mine.

Jackson leaned down, his voice dripping with a tenderness hed never shown me. "Well just get a fake marriage certificate for the Theo wedding. Hes so gullible, hell never check the registry. Even after you marry him, youll still be mine"

"Careful," Michelle whispered, her voice breathless. "Think about the baby."

"Im being careful. Ill be so gentle..."

The sounds that followedthe wet, sickeningly intimate noises of a couple in lovemade the world tilt on its axis. I stumbled back, leaning against the cold wallpaper, gasping for air.

One was my best friend of ten years. The other was the woman Id loved for five.

The two people I trusted most in the world had been using the "best friend" label as a cloak for their filth.

Eventually, they emerged from the room, hand in hand. When they saw me standing there, the blood drained from their faces.

Jackson was the first to react. He rushed forward to grab my arm, but all I could see was the fresh, red hickey blooming on his neck.

"Theo, look, Im sorry," Jackson stammered. "Michelle lost her head for a second, but Ive already talked to her about it. I told her she needs to be more careful."

He glanced back at Michelle, a silent command in his eyes. "Tell him youre sorry, Michelle.

Michelle stepped forward, putting on that sweet, pouty face she used whenever she wanted something. "Theo, honey, Im so sorry. I wasn't thinking about how it would look to you."

I looked into her eyes. They were the same eyes that, just minutes ago, had been clouded with passion for a man who wasn't me.

I balled my fist, the rage finally overriding the shock. I swung at Jacksons smug face, but Michelle was faster. She grabbed my wrist and shoved me back with a strength born of pure adrenaline.

"Have you lost your mind?" she screamed.

I didn't fight back, terrified of hurting heror the child I still, for some stupid reason, felt a protective instinct toward. I hit the wall hard, stars dancing in my vision.

"Michelle," I rasped, "is he just a friend? Tell me the truth."

Panic flickered in Michelles eyes, but she smothered it instantly, replacing it with a look of offended confusion.

"Are you seriously questioning me right now?" she snapped. "Jackson and I grew up together. Sometimes we get a little too comfortable, sure, but its not what youre making it out to be. Youre being paranoid."

She wouldn't admit it. Not even now.

Looking back, the breadcrumbs were everywhere. I had just been too blind to follow the trail.

Ever since I started dating Michelle, we were a trio. Everywhere we went, Jackson was there. She could never remember my birthday, but she always had a midnight surprise ready for his. I can't eat spicy foodit triggers my ulcersyet she always ordered the spiciest dishes on the menu because "Jackson loves the heat."

When Jackson felt a cold coming on, Michelle would tell him to take the day off work. When my stomach was cramping so hard I was curled on the floor, she told me to "tough it out" and reminded me not to be late for our board meeting.

We had started our company togetherthe three of us. But after we went public, Jacksons salary was mysteriously double mine.

Id complained. Id been jealous. But Michelle always had the same answer: "Jackson has been in my life forever, Theo. Hes your brother. I cant treat him like a stranger."

Brother?

The way she looked at him wasnt sisterly. It was the look of a woman who had found her home.

Michelle told me to go home and "calm down," practically shoving me into an Uber. But as soon as we reached my apartment, she didn't get out. She kept the engine running.

"Jacksons bride leaving him really messed him up," she said, not looking at me. "After that scene you just caused, hes probably drinking himself into a hole. Im going to go check on him for you."

She didn't care about my state of mind. She didn't care that my world had just collapsed. Her only concern was the man shed just been tangled with on a locker room sofa.

Once I was inside, I found myself pacing the living room like a caged animal. I stumbled upon a leather-bound journal tucked behind some cookbooks.

Every page was a log of flights to London.

Below the dates were her notes in cramped, neat handwriting.

[Jackson moved to the London branch. I cant breathe without him. I have to go.]

[Three days in London. I told Theo it was a tech conference. In reality, I just needed to feel Jacksons skin against mine.]

I flipped to the entry from our three-year anniversary. My vision blurred with hot, angry tears.

[I finally told him. I confessed. It turns out hes loved me since we were kids. I cant let him go. Jackson doesn't want to lose Theo as a friend, though. He told me not to break up with him. I agreed. It hurts, but as long as I get to keep them both, Ill play the part.]

[We finally did it. Compared to Theo, my body just responds to Jackson. He knows exactly how to touch me.]

That night, on our anniversary, I had called her a dozen times. Shed declined every one. Finally, shed sent a cold text: Busy. Stop bothering me.

She wasn't busy. She was busy sleeping with my best friend.

I reached the last page. It was dated from three days ago.

[Jackson tried to find some random girl to marry to keep up appearances. I told him no. Hes the father of my child. I wont let him go. Ill find a way.]

Tucked into the back of the journal was a prenatal report. Under "Fathers Name," the name Jackson Vane was printed in cold, black ink.

I crumpled the paper, my fingers shaking.

The day Michelle found out she was pregnant, shed flown to London. Shed even given me time off work, telling me to "help Jackson with his wedding planning" while she "handled business." She had orchestrated the "runaway bride" herself, just so she could have an excuse to stand at that altar with him.

My phone buzzed. It was my mother.

"Theo, honey! When are you and Michelle coming home? The whole family is waiting for the big day!"

"Mom," I said, my voice sounding like it was coming from a great distance. "Im not marrying Michelle."

Before she could protest, I added, "But dont worry. The wedding is still happening. Im just changing the bride."

I spent the entire night reading that journal. Two years. Over a hundred flight stubs. Every single word was a testament to her devotion to Jackson.

By sunrise, I was standing at Jacksons front door.

Michelles designer heels were in the entryway. The sound of light, melodic laughter drifted from the kitchen.

Michelle, who had never cooked a meal for me in five years, was wearing an apron, stirring a pot of soup for him.

Jackson wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "You should probably go check on Theo. Hes definitely spiraling."

Michelles voice was cold, indifferent. "Why should I care if hes sad? Im the one whos pregnant, and he hasnt even asked how Im feeling. He expects me to coddle him?"

She sighed, leaning back into Jackson. "I dont think I ever really loved him, Jackson. Not like this. Not in any way that matters. Hes just less than you. In every way."

The words were a physical serration across my heart.

Five years. I helped her build her company from a garage startup to a multi-million dollar IPO. And all it was worth to her was "less than."

The rage finally broke through. I didn't think; I just moved. Before I knew it, my palm had connected with Michelles face.

"Its over, Michelle. Im done. You two deserve each other."

Jackson jumped in front of her. "Theo, wait! Youre misunderstanding"

I threw the prenatal report and the journal into his face. "The baby is yours. Youre both disgusting. Why even pretend anymore?"

Michelle slowly knelt to pick up the papers. When she looked up, her expression was terrifyingly calm.

"So what, Theo? Our wedding is next week. If you bail now, how are you going to explain it to your parents? To the board? To the press?"

Jackson looked down, his voice thick with fake guilt. "Im sorry, Theo. Ill take her to the clinic today. Well take care of it."

Michelle gripped his arm, glaring at me. "No! Im not terminating this pregnancy."

She looked at me with pure venom. "Theo, lets be honest. Youre the one with the 'issues.' It took us years and we never conceived. This baby is a miracle. You should be thanking Jackson."

She smirked. "Ill play along for the wedding. Its the least I can do. After all, with your reputation, who else would ever want you?"

Jackson tried to cover her mouth, but the damage was done.

I stood there, paralyzed. She had gone for the jugular.

When I was nineteen, an ex-girlfriend of mine got pregnant. She was terrified, and the timing was all wrong. I did the "honorable" thing and went with her to the clinic. But when we got back to campus, the rumors started.

People whispered that I was "unclean," that I was a predator who got girls pregnant and then forced them into procedures. I was blacklisted, bullied, and spat on. I almost didn't make it through those years.

Jackson was the only one who stood by me. He was the one who pulled me back from the edge.

And then he introduced me to Michelle.

She claimed she never believed the rumors. She fought people who spoke ill of me. The day we went public with our relationship, the university was in an uproar. Why would the campus golden girl date a "tainted" loser like me?

She had squeezed my hand and said, "Theo is the best man in the world. I want to give him everything."

I believed her.

But now, the person who pulled me out of the abyss was the one kicking me back in.

"Michelle," I whispered, looking into her eyes. They used to be so warm. Now they were just glass. "You said you only believed in me. Was that all a lie?"

She didn't answer. Her silence was the loudest thing in the room.

Jackson saw the look on my facethe look of a man who had nothing left to loseand he panicked.

"Theo, don't listen to her, shes just upset"

He reached out to grab my shoulder, and I shoved him away with every ounce of strength I had left. He tripped, his head slamming into the corner of the marble dining table. He collapsed, clutching his bleeding forehead, his face going ghostly white.

Before I could even process what happened, a force slammed into me.

Michelle shoved me against the table. A glass vase shattered under my weight. Shards of glass sliced into my palm, but I didn't feel the pain.

She rushed to Jackson, cradling his head, screaming at me.

"If anything happens to him, Theo, I will destroy you! And don't even think about the wedding. Its off! Youre nothing without me!"

She didn't look back as she helped him out the door.

I stayed there, kneeling in the mess of glass and blood.

Michelle didn't realize one thing. Even without her, the wedding was going to happen.

I flew back to the city that night.

As soon as I landed, I sent a text to a number I hadn't dialed in years: Im back. Lets get the license tomorrow.

The reply came instantly: Okay.

Michelle had dumped all the wedding planning on me months ago. She said she was too busy with "work," and told me to make all the executive decisions.

So, I did. I changed the name on the marriage license.

The morning of the wedding, I was in my tuxedo, heading downstairs to the car. A black sedan was idling at the curb.

Michelle stepped out, holding a bouquet of red roses. Her expression was softer than it had been, almost nervous.

"Theo, look. About the other day I was out of line. Ill do whatever you want today. Ill be the perfect bride, okay? Let's just get through this."

Before I could speak, she added her terms. "But you have to promise me you won't make things hard for Jackson. Hes still your best friend, even if we messed up. We can still be a family the three of us."

She said it like she was doing me a favor. Like she was a queen granting a pardon.

I just shook my head slowly. "No thanks, Michelle."

She assumed I was just being stubborn. She grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me toward the car. "Come on, Theo. Don't be a child."

"Michelle, let go"

She didn't listen. She signaled to her driver to help her force me into the back seat.

I pounded on the window. "Michelle, what the hell are you doing? Let me out!"

"Theo, its our wedding day! Do you really want to make a scene?"

"You don't understand, Michelle. The bride isn't"

My words were cut off by the shrill ring of her phone. Jacksons voice, panicked and weak, filled the car.

"Michelle Ive been in a wreck. I don't think Im going to make it to the ceremony"

Michelles entire demeanor shifted. The color drained from her face. "Im coming! Hang on!"

She slammed the car into gear and pulled a jagged U-turn, flooring the accelerator.

Rage and grief boiled in my throat. I hammered on the glass until my knuckles were raw and bloody. "Michelle, let me out! I have a wedding to get to!"

She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. "Jackson might be dying and youre worried about a party? The wedding is canceled, Theo! How can you be so cold-blooded when your best friend is hurt?"

I stared at her, my voice rasping. "I don't care if hes dead or alive, Michelle."

She didn't say another word. She just pushed the car faster. The speedometer hit 80, then 90.

She took a sharp turn, and my head slammed against the window. Blood started to trickle down my forehead.

She glanced at me, but she didn't slow down. "I told you to sit still! Stop acting like a psycho!"

The world was turning red as blood ran into my eye. The speedometer hit 110.

Desperation is a powerful thing. It makes the impossible seem like the only option.

"You aren't going to let me out, are you?" I whispered.

"Not until we see Jackson. And when we do, youre going to apologize to him."

I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle.

"Theo, what are you"

I didn't give her time to finish. I threw the door open. The roar of the wind filled the cabin, whipping my suit jacket around.

Michelles eyes went wide with pure terror. "Theo, don't!"

I jumped.

For a second, I was weightless. Then, the world became a symphony of pain and screaming wind, followed by the distant, haunting sound of Michelles voice.

"THEO!"