A Hasty Marriage With My Love Rival's Neighbor

My long-time crush got married to someone else, and in a fit of anger, I got married to the neighbor of my rival.

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I got married on a whim, the day after my heart was completely broken. My partner? The neighbor of my rival in love.

This first love was a bit vulgar to say. I had a crush on my childhood friend, Stefan Bailey, for ten years. In order to get closer to him, I followed him to the same university. However, the girlfriend he found in university was not me. Now his girlfriend, Brinley Ellis, had become his wife.

I received an invitation to Stefan and Brinley's wedding, naturally, as Stefan's childhood friend.

I deliberately dressed up elaborately and attended in full regalia. Even if I lost in love, I would not allow anyone to notice my discomposure.

At the wedding reception, I was seated at the table with relatives and friends, and the person sitting next to me was Aidan White. I had met him several times before. He was a neighbor of Brinley and her most presentable friend.

Ah, I couldn't help but sneer in my heart, the seating arrangement was truly sarcastic.

Aidan and I can be said to be the alliance of lovelorns, I had a crush on Stefan, he liked Brinley, we sat together, watching the person we love pledge to spend their life with someone else.

It felt like a darkly humorous comedy.

Stefan and Brinley were dancing, and I turned to look at Aidan. He lowered his head and was typing something on the mobile phone with an impassive expression.

Then the newlyweds began to make their way around the tables, surrounded by congratulatory cheers.

Brinley approached me, with an evident air of self-satisfaction, smiling and raising her glass towards me, "Thank you for attending my wedding! You should also make haste. You are 28 and still without a partner. A few more years and it might be too late for you to get married."

I was Stefan's guest, yet my love rival ridiculed me in the guise of the hostess, suggesting that I was unwanted.

I couldn't hold back and retorted, "You finally married Stefan and achieved a social climb. Congratulations!"

Aidan, who had been calm all along, glanced at me, wanting to say something but ultimately remained silent.

In the few previous encounters, whenever I had a dispute with Brinley, Aidan would promptly come forward and speak up for Brinley.

He was truly Brinley's loyal protector. Even at this point, he was still devoted to protecting her.

Brinley feigned ignorance of my sarcasm, saying, "Hope to attend your wedding soon!"

Women had an innate sixth sense, always able to easily identify their rivals.

Just like Brinley and me, I didn't like her, and she hated me.

Facing Brinley's victorious demeanor, I couldn't tolerate such an affront

"I have plenty of admirers. So long as I am willing, a large number of outstanding young talents are vying to marry me."

Brinley didn't reply, just smiled at me.

In a moment of heated impulse, I grabbed Aidan beside me.

"Tell me, would you marry me?"

Aidan had not yet had time to react when I stared at him fiercely, as if I would kill him on the spot if he dared to refuse.

"Are you sure?"

Aidan looked into my eyes, his voice soft.

I pinched his hand hard and said in a fierce tone, "Are you willing?"

He paused for a few seconds, then smiled, "Yes!"

Perhaps two individuals who had experienced setbacks in the realm of romance were more prone to console each other. That night, Aidan and I drank a lot.

The next day, I woke up in my apartment's large bed, with Aidan lying beside me.

I, who was already experiencing a headache as a result of the previous night's excessive drinking, found the pain intensified even more.

Aidan looked refreshed, "Awake? Let's talk."

What was there to talk about? You took advantage of my being drunk and asleep with me; you've really scored big.

"Where do you plan to live after we're married?"

What marriage? Who said I was marrying you?

"If you don't want to move to my place, I can move here."

Your old neighborhood was so inconvenient; I didn't want to live there.

Wait, this was getting ridiculous.

I interrupted him, enduring my headache, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said I was marrying you?"

His face darkened, and he looked at me intently.

I finally remembered that at the wedding banquet last night, I had forced him to marry me in front of everyone.

"I was just speaking on impulse."

He couldn't have taken it seriously, right?

While I was still exerting all my mental efforts to figure out how to dissuade him from his thought, his next words completely changed my mind.

"Do you want Brinley to mock you again?"

His words were a wake-up call!

I would like to marry with him!

And so, Aidan and I got our marriage certificate.

He naturally moved into my apartment, saying that married couples should live together.