My fiancée was a respected doctor. Right before our wedding, she suddenly claimed a critically ill patient needed her urgent care, forcing us to postpone. I readily agreed, fully supportive of her demanding career. But then, I caught her and that “patient” having an affair on a remote island. Turns out, her “patient” was her ex-boyfriend, who was also my older half-brother, Leo. And her “treatment method”? Comforting him with her own body. She even had a tattoo of Leo’s tooth mark on her inner thigh. So, on what was supposed to be our wedding day, I found a new bride. Selena was having a wedding on the private island I’d bought for her. If a friend hadn’t called me, I’d still be thinking Selena was abroad, dealing with a medical emergency. “Selena isn’t like that. Please stop spreading rumors.” I hung up after saying that. But even as the words left my mouth, a strange panic seized my heart. I scrolled through my chat history with Selena. Her last reply to me was three days ago. That inexplicable unease made me book a flight to the island that very night. When I arrived, the entire island was blanketed in pink flowers. I followed a winding path to the island’s center, where I’d built Selena an estate. She’d told me how much she loved feeling free and connected to nature there. The wedding was already underway. No guests, just a minister officiating. Selena wore a pink wedding dress. Leo was in a blue suit. They stood before the minister, exchanging vows. My heart shattered completely. Selena had told me countless times that she *hated* pink. I remembered one time I’d bought her a limited-edition doll. She’d ripped it apart right in front of me, then angrily tossed it to the ground. “But you always loved collecting dolls, didn’t you?” I’d asked, incredulous. She’d looked at me with disgust. “You said you’ve loved me for ten years, Alex. How could you not know I hate pink?” I’d caught my breath. Yet, her treasured metal box was filled with pink items. How could she possibly hate pink? After the vows, Selena and Leo sat on the estate’s swing. Their conversation chilled me to the bone. “Does he know we’re secretly getting married?” Leo asked, pulling her close. “Who cares if he knows?” Selena retorted, her voice dripping with self-assurance. “He’s such a complete romantic fool. Even if I got pregnant with your baby, he’d still marry me.” “Oh really? Then how about we make a baby?” With that, Leo lifted Selena’s wedding dress and reached inside. Selena willingly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, repeatedly. The swing beneath them swayed violently. Selena’s moans filled the entire estate. I’d never known the always reserved and elegant Selena could be so utterly wild. When they finished, Leo gripped Selena’s thigh. “I can’t believe you actually tattooed my tooth mark on your inner thigh!” he chuckled, his tone light and mocking. Selena blushed, burying her face in his embrace. “You bit me when you were sick back then. I just took it as proof of your love.” I forced down my disgust, recording their passionate video. And suppressing the urge to beat them both senseless, I left the island. A plan began to form in my mind.
Leo was my older half-brother. When Leo was three, my father discovered he wasn’t his biological son. Devastated, he almost took his own life. It was only the intervention of numerous relatives that kept that toxic marriage together. To make amends, my mother quickly had another child with my father, hoping to heal their marriage. That child was me. She thought this would make my father forgive her, but she didn’t realize a man’s pride cannot be trampled on. The day I was born, my father forced my mother to sign divorce papers. The video footage on my phone replayed endlessly in my mind. Why was it Leo *again*?! The pressure nearly suffocated me. I forced a bitter laugh, then took a shaky breath. “Dad, what should I do?” My father looked at me, his eyes full of pain. “Luna’s been waiting for you here for a long time, Alex. You need to look forward.” At the mention of Luna, my heart softened involuntarily. She was my father’s adopted daughter. Ever since he knew she liked me, he’d been subtly trying to set us up. But for so many years, I just couldn’t let go of Selena. Because our first meeting had been so deeply etched into my memory. When I was being bullied at school, Selena had bravely stood by me. “But Selena, that year…” I began, my voice laced with pain. “You can’t confuse love with gratitude. Is what you feel for Selena truly love, or just gratitude?” my father interrupted. After hanging up, I fell silent. When I got home, I felt oddly calm. I looked at the wedding dress hanging in the dressing room and couldn’t help but feel ridiculous. I had designed that dress specifically for her, even cutting and sewing it myself. She had been so surprised when she found out, trembling with excitement as she hugged me. I tore the wedding dress to shreds. Suddenly, I felt incredibly light.
The next day, Selena also returned. “I heard you’ve been with Leo these past few days. Is that right?” I demanded, my voice sharp. She didn’t even bother to hide it, stating defiantly, “Yes, he hasn’t been well lately, so I’ve been with him. Alex, he’s a patient now, and he’s your brother!” I looked at her, a cold laugh escaping my lips. “So, I should share my wife with my brother?” She raised her hand, ready to slap me again, but her 4-inch heels made her stumble and fall. The tattoo of a tooth mark on her inner thigh was exposed. Selena had once told me it was a birthmark. I grabbed her leg. “I’ve never asked you, but how is it that your ‘birthmark’ just happens to be shaped like a tooth?” Selena glared at me, spitting, “Are you crazy, Alex?! We’re getting married soon. Why are you doubting me?” I leaned closer, pressing on. “What perfume are you wearing today? Why does it smell like that musky, earthy scent again?” Selena immediately tensed. She stood up, stammering, “I’m tired. I’m going to shower first.” I smiled. Even now, she wouldn’t confess. Fine, let her not confess. It would make the wedding day reveal even better. I looked at the circled date on the calendar, finding it painfully ironic. While she showered, I called Luna. “Luna, my wedding is missing a bride. Would you like to be her?” Luna seemed shocked by my words. She didn’t reply for a long moment. Five minutes passed before she cautiously asked, “Really?” I smiled into the phone. “Yes, it’s real.” Selena came out just as I ended the call with Luna. “Who were you just talking to?” Selena asked, toweling her hair dry. “Luna.” She frowned, looking at me. “Didn’t I tell you before to stop seeing Luna?” I lied to her. “I just told her to come over, so she can finally get over me.” Selena’s expression noticeably brightened after hearing that. She tried to come closer, to be intimate, but I subtly pulled away. “I’m tired today.” I looked at her, weary. Not physically tired, but emotionally exhausted.
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