Filed To Story: Cheating with My Boyfriend's Best Friend Novel Read Online (Olive & Aaron)
Compared to Vincent’s fancy attire, I looked quite plain and definitely not like his girlfriend at all. It was surprising to hear a compliment from Vincent despite my appearance, “You look very beautiful today.”
He was practically glowing, his face transformed by a charming smile that struck a sharp contrast with the Vincent I had seen crying against the steering wheel yesterday. This version of Vincent was undeniably handsome, but his overly polished appearance gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach, and I knew that something was wrong.
This feeling reached its breaking point when Vincent handed me a bright red rose. I didn’t accept it, but frowned and looked at Vincent with some hesitation. “Vincent, aren’t you forgetting that our marriage is fake?”
The smile on Vincent’s face tightened slightly. He grabbed my hand and stuffed the rose into it a little forcefully, then nodded. “Of course I know that. I just wanted to make the scene a little more realistic, Olive. I’m not so shameless that I would lie to you about something like this.”
Even if he was a s*umbag, I didn’t think Vincent would use his mother’s illness to trick me into spending time with him.
But I still didn’t accept the rose in the end. My fake marriage with Vincent was already making me feel sorry for Aaron, but I’d been justifying it by reminding myself that I just wanted to make Mrs. Jones happy.
Knowing that Vincent still had feelings for me, there was no way I could accept such a romantic gesture.
“Okay, I’m sorry, I guess I overstepped.” Vincent smiled slightly as he shoved the rose into the nearest trash can.
“Are you ready? Let’ s go now.”
“Yes, I’m ready.” I nodded. I still had a bad feeling about this entire situation, but Vincent quickly changed the subject, leaving me no time to think about it.
When we arrived at the city hall, Vincent glanced at me, then headed over to the kiosk to start our registration.
Seeing Vincent hurriedly typing in his personal information, I still felt that inexplicable heaviness in my heart.
I didn’t want to think about how Aaron would react if he knew I was marrying Vincent.
He was probably… going crazy right now.
I couldn’t help but think of Aaron’s dim, lifeless eyes when I rejected him before, and the fake smile he put on despite being disappointed. For some reason, at that moment, I missed Aaron so much I could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain all of this to him, and I figured if I just talked things over with Aaron, he would understand.
I left without saying goodbye, and now I was getting a marriage license with Vincent. If Aaron found out about this, I couldn’t imagine how devastated he would be. My heart suddenly swelled up with guilt and sorrow, and I couldn’t think about anything but Aaron’s sad face.
I turned around to leave. I wanted to go back to Switzerland, so I could see Aaron and explain the situation to him. At the very least, I owed Aaron an explanation before I finalized my fake marriage.
I had only taken a couple of steps when someone grabbed my wrist forcefully. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I saw something dark and sinister flash across Vincent’s face.
When I looked again, though, he was gazing at me with a desperate, pleading exp**ssion. He held my wrist tightly. “Olive, where are you going?”
Vincent’s smile was increasingly forced as he pulled me over to the registration desk. “I’m done entering my information, Olive. Now it’s your turn.”
He pursed his l*ps and smiled bitterly. “Help me, please? You’re the only person who can help me now.”
I had already come all the way to the city hall. I was doing this for a good cause, and I had to commit to it until the end. I clenched my fist to m*ntally prepare myself.
It took a while before I finally gathered the courage to walk up to the kiosk..
The digital registration form was simple enough to fill out, and soon Vincent held the printed marriage certificate, his hands shaking with excitement.
Looking at his exp**ssion, I felt a little overwhelmed again. If I’d done this with Aaron, would he have been even more excited than Vincent after we registered our marriage?
While I was lost in thought, Vincent patted my arm lightly. “My mother is going to be thrilled when she sees this certificate, Olive. Let’s go see her now.”
“Okay.” Hearing Vincent’s words, I breathed a sigh of relief. After I visited Vincent’s mother, I could finally go back to Aaron.
Vincent and I left the marriage licensing bureau and headed back to his car.
Vincent took a long look at our marriage certificate and carefully put it into the glove box. Once the form was put away, Vincent straightened his cufflinks, then opened a carton of milk and handed it over to me. “Are you thirsty?
Do you want some milk?”
I got up early that morning, and I hadn’t had time to eat before Vincent and I came straight to the registration office. Vincent’s offer reminded me that I was really hungry and thirsty, so I accepted the carton and took a sip.
I swear, I only took a single sip.
But after raising the can to my l*ps, my head suddenly started to spin. Vincent’s face in front of me blurred and separated into three different images. I shook my head vigorously, wanting to ask Vincent what was going on.
But Vincent was looking at me with a blank exp**ssion, and before I could question him, my vision faded to black.
When I regained consciousness, I was surprised to find myself lying on a simple, narrow bed. I looked down to discover that I was wearing a wedding dress!
Vincent was standing on the other side of the room, holding a bouquet of roses. When he saw me tugging at my dress in disbelief, he strode over to me, squatted down, and p**ssed the delicate flowers into my hands. He said, “Olive, we’re supposed to be at the altar soon. You need to get ready.”
I thought I must be dreaming. There was no other possible explanation for what Vincent was saying. Why was he talking about an altar?
My eyes widened in shock. “Vincent, are you out of your mind?”
What the hell had he done? What was wrong with that can of milk… Had Vincent drugged me?
He smiled as he pushed the bouquet of roses into my hands, gently cradling my cheek in his cool palm. “I’ll explain everything later. For now, can you just trust me?”
I struggled to sit up on the bed, still feeling dizzy. I looked around slowly and realized that I was in a church!
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.
I can’t believe that Olive is so gullible. I absolutely hate such kind of women. It’s like Vincent mother meant more to her than Aaron. Well she deserves it.