Since You Chose Your 'Bro' I Married Your Brother novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Crane showing up completely destroyed their little delusion.

Daniel had spent this whole time convincing himself I was playing some game–that everything I did was just to get his attention back.

In his head, I had nowhere else to go. That’s why he’d been so damn confident this whole time.

“Crane, what the hell are you talking about? Some nobody from the middle of nowhere could never be a Worthington.”

Crane’s expression went ice–cold as he turned to Lucy.

“If you can’t say anything intelligent, keep your mouth shut. Or did you conveniently forget you crawled out of the same nowhere? What makes you think you’re better than anyone?”

She’d been riding Daniel’s coattails for so long she’d actually started believing her own hype. Thought she was hot shit.

If Crane hadn’t just called her out, she probably would’ve kept cosplaying as some trust fund princess. Everyone around her had been kissing

her ass for so long it went straight to her head.

“Crane, I didn’t-” All the color drained from her face.

“Didn’t what? Tell me which part I got wrong. You want me to have security escort you out, or are you leaving on your own?”

Daniel wasn’t stupid. He grabbed Crane’s arm as he walked past.

“What did you just say? What do you mean she’s Mrs. Worthington?”

He looked like his brain was short–circuiting. Eyes bloodshot, voice cracking.

Crane didn’t even acknowledge him. Just came straight to me and looked me over carefully.

“Did they hurt you?”

I shook my head. He couldn’t stop himself–pulled me in and kissed me right there. Lucy and Daniel both looked like they’d been hit with a taser.

Lucy’s face crumpled like someone had just killed her dog. She couldn’t reconcile this with the untouchable ice prince she’d been fantasizing about. Meanwhile, Daniel looked ready to commit murder. He took a swing at Crane.

Crane was faster. Moved me out of range in one smooth motion.

“She’s mine. Back off.”

“She’s my wife.”

That completely unhinged Daniel. I genuinely didn’t understand who this meltdown was even supposed to be for.

“I trusted you! You were my brother! And you went behind my back and stole my girl?! What kind of sick-”

Lucy had to run and grab the rest of their friend group to keep things from getting physical.

“Danny, don’t do this–just breathe, man.”

“Crane, come on, he’s just freaking out.”

Daniel was spiraling. Seeing me in Crane’s arms, not pulling away, not fighting–it confirmed I chose this. That realization was breaking

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something in him.

“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?! He’s supposed to be my friend! Ile stole my fiancée! How?!”

Everyone suddenly got very interested in their shoes. Because they all knew.

Daniel caught on immediately from their reactions.

“You all knew. Every single one of you knew, and nobody said shit. So I’m just the dumbass getting played while you all laughed behind my

back?”

Lucy finally understood why everyone had suddenly started taking my side. She’d thought it was weird before. Now the pieces clicked into place.

“Why are you blaming them? You’re acting like you’re the victim here. Did you already forget about a year ago when you bailed on our ninth wedding?”

“That was because you-”

CRACK.

The slap echoed through the hallway. My palm stung but god, it felt amazing. Best decision I’d made all week.

“Because what, Daniel? You still don’t even get what you did wrong, do you? What exactly did Crane do that was so horrible? You left me at the altar. So one of your boys stepped up and married me instead. Was that unreasonable? Seriously–tell me how that was unfair.”

Even though the logic was completely backwards, he couldn’t argue. Because somewhere deep down, he knew he’d fucked up first.

“Honestly, you should be thanking Crane. Because of him, I actually let go of how much I hated you. Otherwise I probably would’ve kill you. Or

worse.”

I smoothed down my dress and fixed my hair.

“But you know what? This whole mess taught me something valuable–younger guys are way better. Guys your age? All posturing, all drama, zero follow–through. You and Lucy are actually perfect for each other.”

Someone in the back couldn’t hold it in and let out a snort of laughter.

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