I Married My Childhood Crush's Uncle

"Mirelle, are you sure about this? You and Shane grew up together. You really wanna marry his uncle, Quentin Quandt?"Didn't matter how many times she asked. My answer stayed the same. "Yeah. I'm sure.""Well, if you're happy, we're in! Your dad and I'll start planning right away!"Honestly, she was more hyped than me. That same day, she called Quentin. When he said yes, she bolted to the wedding planner and booked an outdoor venue.Not long after that, Shane called."Mirelle Montclair, could you be any more shameless? You pushed this engagement on me, and now you're sneaking around booking a venue? Do you even have an ounce of dignity? Or are you just that desperate to get married? Pathetic."I held my breath, then said, "Shane, I never planned on marrying you. The one I'm marrying is—"He laughed. Cold. "So now you're playing hard to get? I should've known. Go ahead and plan your little wedding. I love Ceryn. I'm marrying Ceryn. You make me sick."Click.He hung up before I

That night, I hopped on a video call with Quentin. First time seeing him since my second shot at life, and yeah—I was a little jittery.We'd already planned to hit the County Clerk's Office the morning he got back. Even though we were about to tie the knot, things between us still felt kinda new. A little awkward, even.Then Shane called. "Mirelle, where'd you get the cash for that fancy dress? Don't tell me you're doing shady stuff behind my back. And you wore that gown just to piss off Ceryn, didn't you?"I told you to stay away from my fiancée! You're planning some fake wedding just to trap me, right?"Newsflash—I'm never marrying you, no matter what stunt you pull!I'd been floating after my chat with Quentin.Shane killed the vibe. I snapped. "Shane Fuchner, this is the last time I'm saying it—I'm not marrying you!"Didn't matter. No matter how many times I said it, he just wouldn't get it.Later that night, Shane posted some cringe status:[Getting our license on the 18t

That night, I went with Quentin to the Quandt estate for dinner.Everyone there knew I'd grown up with Shane—they probably all thought we'd end up together. And even though our sudden marriage must've thrown them, no one said a thing. Just smiles and warm congrats all around.After dinner, Quentin drove me home.We didn't talk. But the silence? It wasn't weird—it felt easy.Even though we weren't super close yet, being with him didn't feel awkward. Not even a little. After everything I'd lived through—and knowing how much he'd loved me in my past life—there was this quiet, steady comfort I couldn't shake.Right before I reached for the door, Quentin spoke, voice low."What're you thinking about?"I smiled, meeting his eyes. "Nothing really. Just... this all feels kinda unreal. I didn't think you'd say yes so fast. It caught me off guard."He smiled back, soft and warm, then pulled out a small box from his pocket.Inside was a gorgeous diamond ring."I bought this seven years

Shane stood there, frozen. I heard him start to cry.But after just a couple steps, he caught up—and wrapped his arms around me, tight."I've thought about it," he said. "I don't care that you're married. I know I messed up, and that's why you did it."His tears hit my neck, cold and sticky."If you file for divorce tomorrow, I'll forgive everything. We'll make it work. No more distance, okay?"His voice dropped, desperate. "I can't live without you. I've been in love with you this whole time."I fought to break free, but he held on like a vice.Quentin had been waiting in the car, just close enough to see me.But when Shane grabbed me, we ended up behind a billboard—out of sight.His grip tightened, face pressing into my neck. He leaned in, ready to kiss me.I was about to scream—then suddenly, he hit the ground with a grunt.I stumbled back into a warm, steady hold.Quentin wrapped his arms around me. "Don't be scared. I've got you."Shane dragged himself up, glaring. "U