All Chapters of My Best Man Loves My Bride-To-Be: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Graham's POVMy girlfriend, Natasha Bishop, helped my best friend, Devon Hart, into the front passenger seat first, her movements practiced and natural. When she came back for me, I cracked my eyes open."Natasha, why'd you help him first?"She paused and glanced down at me. "He's way more wasted than you are. You can stretch out in the back. It'll be more comfortable."I nodded. Her logic made sense. But for some reason, it still stung.I dropped my gaze, pretending the alcohol was hitting harder, and pulled her into a tight hug. "Natasha."She looked up at me. "Yeah?""If you ever cheat on me, I'll kill the guy."She laughed softly, like humoring a drunk who was being dramatic. "Then I'd rather you didn't. You'd end up straight in prison. I still want you around for the rest of my life."I didn't say anything. I just closed my eyes, my throat so tight it ached.When the car neared an intersection, someone darted across the road, and Natasha slammed on the brakes. My forehea

Graham's POVNatasha spotted me in the ballroom almost immediately. She rushed over, planting herself between me and the room. "This wedding is Devon's first time running things solo," she said. "He's been preparing for months, so don't start anything."I hadn't said a word. But in her eyes, just standing there was enough to make me a threat to Devon.I pulled the floral handoff slip from my bag. Devon's signature was right there, clear as day. His face changed instantly, and he lunged to grab it out of my hands."Graham, whatever this is, can it wait until after the wedding?" Devon pleaded. "I know you're upset with me, but today's a client's big day."The bride's father came over when he heard the commotion. "What's going on here?"Devon dropped his head, voice trembling. "I'm sorry, I didn't handle this well. Mr. Dawes has been under a lot of stress lately. There was an issue with the original bouquet, but I already put together a replacement."Just like that, every pair of

Third-Person POVAt four in the morning on the day of the wedding, Natasha was already in her gown, the one Graham picked out himself. The day they'd found it, he stood behind her at the mirror, smiling as he smoothed the veil. "Natasha, when you marry me, you have to wear this one."Now, she looked at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers along the edge of the veil. She then picked up her phone. The chat was still open to last night's message."Graham, I'll be waiting for you to come get me in the morning."He didn't reply. She frowned, but thought it was nothing. He was still upset. Once the wedding was over, she'd talk him down the way she always did.Yet as the sun began to shine brighter outside, the silence from her phone started to feel wrong. She dialed the driver handling the wedding car, and the voice on the other end hesitated."Ms. Bishop, the car was canceled yesterday afternoon."Natasha went still. "What?""Mr. Dawes canceled it himself. He said the wedding

Graham's POVThree days after arriving in Valcourt, I officially started my classes. I thought I'd have a hard time adjusting to the unfamiliar language and streets and classrooms, but the teachers were patient enough to let me finish my sentences and the other students went out of their way to say hello.No one treated me like a man who was too clumsy for floral work, and no one told me to stop chasing things now that I was supposed to be married.Morning sunlight fell across the glass windows of the studio, and as I trimmed a white rose, it hit me that the world hadn't actually ended when I left Natasha.After class, I walked out of the building with an armful of supplies and found Devon standing by the entrance. He wore a dark jacket and looked far more haggard than the last time I saw him. When he spotted me, he took a step forward, then stopped himself."Graham."I stood still. I wasn't surprised he'd tracked me down. We'd grown up together, after all. He knew what I lov

Graham's POVNatasha was awake when I walked into her hospital room. I'd been sitting outside her room. The doctor said her injuries weren't minor, but she wasn't in danger. A quiet sigh of relief had escaped me then, not because I still loved her, but because she really did save me this time.She lay in the hospital bed with gauze wrapped around her temple, her face drained of all color. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up."Graham." Her voice was raw, like she was afraid I'd vanish the second she spoke.I walked to the side of the bed and handed her water. "The doctor said you'd be fine once you woke up."She didn't take it. She just stared at me. "Graham, can we start over?"I looked at her and shook my head gently. "Natasha, we're even now. You saved me once. But that doesn't cancel out every choice you made before."She tried to push herself upright, but the movement pulled at her wounds, drawing sweat to her forehead. "Graham, I know I was wrong. I won't make you wait