Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 112

Chapter 1

At the reception, my bestie Penelope Harrington rushed in covered in hickeys.

I caught that flushed, satisfied look on her face and couldn’t help but smirk.

“So when’d you snag yourself a guy? Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me.”

She just giggled and brushed it off, so I let it go.

Then my fiancé Jackson Winters showed up, and the wedding party started playing those cheesy games.

“Alright, bride-to-be-pop quiz! What’s your groom packing?”

I was about to answer when Penelope’s voice cut through first.

“7.3 inches long, 1.7 inches wide!”

She shot me this sheepish little smile, trying to play it off.

“Oh my God, sorry-I’ve been with my boyfriend so much lately, I totally mixed them up. My bad! Keep it going, you guys.”

I didn’t say a damn word. Just stripped off my wedding dress right there and hurled it straight into Jackson’s smug face.

“We’re over.”

“Why? Just because she knew my size?”

Jackson’s face was stone-cold as he glared at me.

“A man’s size is top-secret-you only know it if you’ve fucked him yourself.”

I couldn’t help but recall the exact words Jackson once told me.

How fucking ironic.

“It’s not about what she said. It’s that her brain went straight to you when she thought ‘boyfriend.””

Jackson froze for a beat, then rubbed his temples, clearly annoyed.

“Can you not be so damn dramatic? Besides, this is our wedding. Everyone’s already here. You think you can just cancel it on a whim?”

“Penelope knows how big your dick is better than I do!”

“She already said she mixed you up with her own boyfriend!”

Jackson’s expression got darker. “You’ve been best friends with her for over ten years. You know exactly what kind of person she is.”

“Plus, she’s been sleeping around since high school-she’s banged at least 100 guys. Is it really that crazy for one of them to be the same size as

me?”

“Can you stop acting like some paranoid bitch, doubting your own best friend and your fiancé?!”

I forced a cold smile, gripping the bouquet so hard my knuckles went white.

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“But she got the length and width down to the exact decimal point.”

“Jackson, do you honestly believe there’s such a thing as a perfect coincidence like that?”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face before his voice shot up.

“I said it was a mistake, so it was a mistake! Can you stop blowing everything out of proportion?!”

“She was just trying to help you out! You’re being so petty-wait, are you the one who’s been screwing around? Is that why you’re so jealous?!”

I stared at him in disbelief, my voice shaking.

“Is that what you think of me? That I’m some kind of whore?”

Jackson took a long breath and slumped into a chair, turning his face away.

“Stop deflecting. Bottom line-this wedding is happening.”

“We’re getting married for business. Whether we love each other, whether I cheat-as long as the deal’s good, what’s the problem?”

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