My Bride Married My Brother

Summary

My best friend, Jackson, had been stood up by his bride-to-be, and there he was on his wedding day, tears streaming down his face, begging me for a favor I never thought I’d have to grant.

My fiancée, Michelle, patted his shoulder with a confident smile, trying to soothe him. She told me they had grown up together, that their bond was thicker than blood, and that stepping in today was just a formality—a way to save face for his family.

"Besides," she’d laughed, her eyes bright and teasing, "we’re getting married next week anyway. Think of this as a dress rehearsal.