Since You Chose Your 'Bro' I Married Your Brother novel Chapter 1

9th wedding.

My fiancé Daniel ghosted me AGAIN.

This time was because I wouldn't give his "girl bro" Lucy the seat of honor at our reception.

His parting shot?

"If you're gonna be like this, the wedding's off. Hit me up when you figure out what you did wrong."

Right. Because apparently marrying me ranked below keeping Lucy Jones happy.

Nine times. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. Canceled because of HER.

I'm slow, but I'm not THAT slow.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me nine times? That's on me.

One of his buddies tried to smooth things over.

"C'mon, don't be like that. It's just a seat. We're all friends here."

Maybe. But not Lucy.

I looked around at Daniel's crew—tech bros, finance guys, all of them grinning like idiots.

I smiled back.

"Since you're all such great friends, why doesn't one of you marry me instead? Seems fair."

DEAD SILENCE.

...

I didn't hear from Daniel Thomas for a year after that.

When his name finally lit up my phone?

I was in bed with Crane Worthington—one of his best buddies—doing exactly what you think.

"Would you focus?"

But Daniel wouldn't quit.

The phone kept buzzing like he planned to call until the end of time.

I had to wait until Crane was done before I could even reach for it.

[Didn't I tell you to pick me up? Where the hell are you?]

I glanced at the unfamiliar profile picture. Didn't recognize it. Deleted.

Five minutes later, it rang again.

"Fiona, why the hell aren't you answering?"

I frowned. The voice was familiar.

"Who's this?"

"Oh, so now you're playing games? Get in your car and pick me and Lucy up from the airport. And make sure it's a big car—Lucy brought gifts for everyone."

Oh. That asshole! My ex-fiancé.

Lucy's voice cut in, sugary and fake as hell.

"You know he'll get upset, and then you'll just end up crying. I know you're mad at me, but—"

Even through the phone, I could just taste the artificial sweetness.

How Daniel stomached it? No idea. Never mind, I'll never know.

A year ago, at what was supposed to be our wedding, Lucy threw a fit about sitting at the head table.

My parents were humiliated. I told her off—once—and Daniel pulled me aside.

"When you're ready to apologize to Lucy, let me know. Until then? No wedding!"

Then he just left. Walked out with her and left me standing there in my wedding dress while all his buddies tried to play it off.

"Don't take it personally, Fi. You know how it is with the crew."

Here's the thing, though—every single one of those guys came from serious money.

Better families than Daniel's. Better jobs. Better everything.

So I walked straight up to his best friend and dragged him into the bridal suite.

"Since he bailed, you're filling in. You're his best bro, right? Seems fair."

Guess his boys forgot to mention that one of them already stepped in as his replacement.

And trust me—he did a way better job.