Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets

"What did you just say?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Cousin? Timothy Jones is your cousin?" I never imagined I would sleep with someone four years younger than me, let alone my ex-boyfriend's cousin. It finally clicked why Timothy had given that look last night. My best friend, Candice Fields, asked in disbelief, "Are you telling me you slept with Timothy's cousin? Isn't he supposedly studying abroad?" I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. "I had no idea Ian was his cousin. He was helping with the drinks, and I thought he was a waiter. I even tried to pay him…" Candice's eyes widened. "What kind of waiter wears Ocean Blue? That jacket cost 120,000 dollars!" My phone buzzed on the table, lighting up with messages—some from Timothy, some from Ian. I was overwhelmed, and my head was spinning. "What if I just run away now?" I asked desperately. "The Bakers only have one son, right? And I've heard they're super strict. Olivia, how do you think t

"Olivia Lambert!" Timothy growled through gritted teeth. After a moment, he relaxed and smirked. "Are you trying to make me jealous? Has it been that long since I've touched you that you're getting restless?" Once upon a time, I would have found such comments as playful banter between a couple. Now, they just made my skin crawl, and I felt nothing but disgust. "Olivia, I know you better than you know yourself," Timothy continued, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke in my face. I flinched slightly but held my ground. Of course, he knew me. We had known each other for years. He understood that beneath my outgoing exterior, I was actually quite conservative. He also knew how important he was to me, yet he still chose to be with the person I hated most. It was almost poetic—the one I loved was the one who hurt me the deepest. "Whatever. If you want to play the arranged marriage game, I guess I can go along with it." Not wanting to waste another second there, I left. As I w

The Jones family was a big deal in Sierra Town, and Timothy often made headlines. Yet, the female officers seemed more interested in Ian. Looking closer, I had to admit Ian was the more handsome one between them."Like what you see, Livie?" Ian teased, meeting my gaze. My face immediately flushed. Meanwhile, Timothy witnessed our exchange and lunged at Ian again. Since Ian's injuries were more severe, Timothy was ordered to apologize. After a stern lecture, the police let us go. As we walked out of the station, I knew we could not return to the hotel. Hence, I called the driver to take me to the nearest apartment. However, Timothy grabbed my arm just as I was about to get in the car. "Are you really choosing him?" I shook his hand off, irritated. "That's none of your concern." A few years ago, I could never have imagined there would come a day when I would feel this kind of bitterness toward Timothy, just like I had not foreseen him abandoning me. Then again, that was h

The emergency room light stayed on through the night as I sat in the hospital corridor. Families from the Bakers, Lamberts, and Joneses had all gathered. Ian's mother, Emily Sinclair, was furious. "If it weren't for you, Ian wouldn't be in this mess. You're nothing but trouble!" I stared blankly at my blood-stained hands, her words echoing in my mind. If it were not for me, Ian would not have been in danger. Moreover, I could not understand why he was even at the wedding when he was supposed to be studying abroad. Finally, the emergency room light went out. When the doctor emerged, Emily rushed over and asked, "Doctor, how's Ian?" The doctor's response was grim. "Ian is stable, but he's in a coma. If he wakes up, that's great, but if not, he could remain in a vegetative state." Emily's widened in shock, and she collapsed into a chair, sobbing. The doctor's words swirled in my head, bringing back memories of my mother's suicide years ago. I could still see her lying in a