Marry My Ex's Rival at His Own Wedding

Chapter 1

At the engagement party, Ryan Sullivan found out his childhood friend was being forced into a marriage with his blind rival. Without missing a beat, he rushed in and married her instead. By that afternoon, they were off to Iceland for their honeymoon.

Their story, childhood friends turned lovers, went viral, while I, the unwanted third wheel, became the target of nonstop cyberbullying. It got so bad I couldn't even leave my house without feeling like I was suffocating.

Then, out of nowhere, Ryan's blind rival showed up at my door.

"I always get my revenge," he said, his tone as calm as ever. "Ryan Sullivan stole my fiancée, so now I'm going to take his girl."

"Tit for tat, Miss Foster. What do you think? Wanna get married?"

I glanced at the viral photo of them kissing under the Northern Lights. Without a second thought, I handed my ID to the guy standing in front of me.

...

Even after getting the marriage certificate, I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had just gotten married, and not to Ryan Sullivan, my boyfriend of eight years, but to Lucas Thornton. A guy I'd only met a handful of times and who used to be on the other side of the fence.

"Now that we're married, there's no backing out. When are you moving in?" Lucas asked, looking at me with that cool, steady gaze.

It took a second for his words to hit, and I felt my cheeks heat up, thankfully, he couldn't see it.

"Give me two weeks. I still need to pack some stuff," I said, trying to keep it together.

Lucas gave a slight nod. "Two weeks is plenty of time to get ready for our wedding ceremony."

Then he slipped a black credit card into my hand, his ears turning red. "Buy whatever you want."

I couldn't help but smile softly. This was definitely a promising start.

Ten days later, Ryan Sullivan finally remembered to call me.

"Landing at 3 PM. Come pick me up."

No apology. No explanation. Just a straight-up request as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, his honeymoon with Mia Hawkins was trending online, every sweet, picture-perfect moment was being posted for the world to see.

I watched them cuddling in the Blue Lagoon, kissing passionately under the Northern Lights, making vows on the black sand beach... Everything I had dreamed of doing with Ryan, but he was doing it with someone else.

"I'm busy. Take a cab," I shot back.

In the past, I would've dropped everything to rush to him.

"Tch, no fun!" Ryan muttered, then hung up with a frustrated sigh.

I thought that was it, the unspoken breakup. But when I got home that night, I found him sitting on the couch, wearing a bathrobe.

He barely looked up when he saw me. "The place looks pretty clean while I was gone."

Over the past few days, I'd tossed out so many things related to Ryan. The couple photos that used to hang in the living room? Gone. But it didn't seem to register with him.

He pointed to a paper bag on the table. "A gift for you. Take a look."

I glanced inside. Some broken shells, still with mud on them. Just a little while ago, Mia had been posting about the Star of the Ocean Ryan had gifted her.

Thanks to the power of social media, I finally realized that all the so-called "heartfelt" gifts I had gotten over the years were just discarded junk from other people.

On Valentine's Day, he gave Mia a limited-edition handbag, while I got a heart folded out of wrapping paper. On my birthday, he sent off fireworks for Mia, while I got dragged to street food. And during the holidays, he said he was "too busy" to meet my parents, but was happily spending time with Mia's family.

"Mr. Sullivan, you're a married man now. Isn't it a little inappropriate for you to be here at my place in the middle of the night?"

Ryan's face flickered with guilt for a moment.

"Abigail, I was just trying to help Mia."

"Lucas Thornton is cold and blind. I couldn't just stand by and watch Mia walk into disaster, could I?"

"My marriage to Mia is just temporary. I'll separate from her soon."

He was already ready with excuses.

"Mr. Sullivan, I'm not interested in being your side piece. Please leave."

The moment he ditched me at the engagement party, we were done.

Ryan's expression darkened. "Abigail Foster, can't you be less selfish?"

"Mia was worried about you, so she asked me to come back and keep you company. How can you be so ungrateful?"

"If you were more understanding, I could come see you on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Mia's my wife now, so I should spend more time with her."

My heart soured. After eight years, I had become nothing more than a mistress who couldn't even be seen in public.

"Ryan Sullivan, we're done!"