The moment I opened the door, I never imagined that my fiancé would be in bed with my best friend, both of them wearing nothing.

I went absolutely crazy and charged toward them, wanting nothing more than to kill the two of them. But my fiancé shoved me to the floor and, turning it around, blamed me instead.

"Rosalind," he sneered, "if you hadn't been so self-righteous and refused to sleep with me, I wouldn't have cheated!"

Fine. Since he no longer wanted me, I married his older brother.

On the day of the wedding, I smiled at him and said, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

I was the precious daughter of the Sullivans. A year ago, despite my parents' strong objections, I had insisted on marrying Norris Gilbert. After a lot of protesting and stubborn negotiations, I finally got them to agree to an engagement with the Gilberts' son.

As I was happily preparing for our wedding, my phone suddenly buzzed with a message.

[Enchanted Hotel, Room 305. Your fiancé is with another woman.]

At first, I couldn't believe it. After all, just yesterday we were together, planning the wedding details. But when I opened the door, I saw it with my own eyes—my fiancé was on top of my best friend, Jasmine Perkins.

I was in shock. How could the person he was cheating with be Jasmine, of all people?

I went absolutely crazy and charged toward them, wanting nothing more than to kill the two of them. But Norris shoved me to the floor and, turning it around, blamed me instead.

"Rosalind," he sneered, "if you hadn't been so self-righteous and refused to sleep with me, I wouldn't have cheated!"

Was our entire relationship not worth more than his physical needs?

Seeing me in tears, Norris gently helped me up, wiping my tears away.

"Don't cry, Rosalind. It's just physical with her. The one I truly love is you. Can't you two just share me?" he asked, as if it were the most reasonable thing.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He wanted me to accept sharing him with someone else.

Well, he could dream on!

I slapped him across the face in anger, sending him sprawling to the ground. The next thing I knew, we were at the police station.

Norris, still holding Jasmine close, deliberately kissed her in front of me. The sight of them made my stomach churn.

In the years we'd been together, everyone around us said we were a perfect match. I had thought so too. I devoted myself entirely to him.

During the times he was so drunk he could barely stand, I'd stayed by his side, watching over him. When he was so busy he forgot to eat, I'd bring him hot meals.

I had witnessed the emotional distance between my own parents and had always appreciated Norris, the most loving partner I could've ever asked for. Norris had even promised that he would love only me, forever.

But how could he do this to me? How could he cheat with someone so close to me, and then turn around and blame me for it?

I climbed into my close friend's car and, still reeling from the pain, ordered twenty male escorts at the bar to help me drown my sorrows.

I sipped my drink, watched the escorts pass by, and counted them one by one. One, two, three... nineteen. I realized I was missing one!

What was going on with this place? I'd paid for them all, and yet there was one missing!

Just then, a man in a suit walked past me. I remembered ordering a male escort in a suit.

I scanned the room, and sure enough, the suited man wasn't anywhere to be seen. This must be him.

I clicked my heels and grabbed the tie of the man who had passed by. With a swift motion, I dragged him toward me.

"Excuse me, miss," he said, his voice soft but firm. "I don't think this is a good idea."

I raised an eyebrow. Was this how male escorts were acting these days?

I gently slapped his face. "It's alright. I know how to be gentle. I won't hurt you."

A blush spread across his face.

I smiled at him, amused. Was this the new trend in male escorts? Or maybe rich women just liked these innocent types.

I pulled him over to a sofa, poured a drink, and handed it to him. "Drink up. If you make me happy, I'll pay you more."

The man hesitated, repeatedly refusing my offer.

I had no say over a cheater's actions, but I had paid for this guy, so I wasn't about to let him refuse me.

His refusals only made me angrier.

I grabbed his chin and pinched it hard. His delicate skin immediately turned red under my fingers, and I tilted his head back before pouring a glass of strong liquor down his throat.

Looking at the dazed expression in his eyes, I felt a sense of satisfaction.

Who needed Norris when I had these handsome men around?

I grinned, gently patting the suited man's back. The way his face turned bright red from the alcohol was so tempting, I wanted to do so much more.

As I was thinking about how I might take things further, my close friend, Cheryl West, came back from the bathroom.

When she saw the man I was with, she rushed over to me.

"Rosalind, are you crazy? Do you know who this guy is?"

I was having too much fun to stop. "Who cares? It's just a male escort. Cheryl, come try him out. He's a lot of fun."

Cheryl took a look at the man adjusting his suit and leaned in close to my ear, whispering, "That's Norris's brother, Logan!"

My hand froze as I was about to pour more alcohol.

Who did she say? His brother?

I stared at her in disbelief. She nodded.

She wasn't lying.

Wow… what a small world.

Norris had slept with my friend, and now I was trying to get his brother drunk.

I looked at Logan Gilbert, who was tugging at his tie, clearly uncomfortable.

Feeling a twinge of guilt, I stepped forward to loosen it for him, noticing the red marks around his neck.

Logan stammered, "Th-thank you…"

He kept scratching at his neck, and I wondered if he might be allergic to alcohol.

"Are you… okay?"

With watery eyes, he met my gaze. "Yeah, I'm fine… Just a bit itchy."

His innocent look only made me feel more guilty. I couldn't take it anymore.

I grabbed Logan's hand and led him outside. "I'll get you some medicine."

I didn't want to go back to the Gilberts' place and risk running into Norris, so I checked into a hotel room nearby.

Logan couldn't handle his alcohol, and after just one drink, he was already swaying. Fortunately, some staff helped me get him into the room.

Before I could get him the medicine, he threw up all over himself.

"Wait! Don't puke!"

But Logan wasn't listening. He emptied his stomach all over me.

I sighed and changed into a robe, then stripped Logan of his clothes, wrapping him in the blanket.

After giving him the medicine, I fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning, I had to wake him up.

"Wake up. It's time to check out."

Logan blinked, looking at himself and then at me. His face turned bright red, like a shy little girl.

Seeing him like that made me want to tease him. "What's the matter? You're not still a virgin, are you?"

He awkwardly nodded, and I froze, immediately stopping my teasing.

"Uh... I've got some things to take care of. There's a hundred bucks on the nightstand."

Without saying another word, I rushed out of the room.

I was terrified. I thought I might be responsible for something.

After being betrayed, Cheryl took me out to distract me, showing me around different shops.

While I was trying on shoes in one store, I heard a sweet, sickly voice behind me.

"Norris, I want these."

I instantly recognized that voice—Jasmine. She was pointing at the shoes I was trying on.

Norris had his arm around her waist, teasing her nose before turning to the saleswoman.

"Wrap these up for me. I'll take them."

I couldn't help but scoff. "Jasmine, are you obsessed with taking things that belong to others? Now you're stealing shoes off my feet?"

Jasmine teared up as she leaned into Norris. "Norris, did you hear what she said?"

She even threw a challenge my way with a sly look.

Norris pulled out a VIP card and, with a smug grin, said, "I'm a VIP at your place. Surely, you'll make an exception for me."

I stared at the card, lost in thought. Norris had it because of me.

Back then, he'd happily accompany me on shopping trips. Seeing how much I bought, he'd gotten the VIP card under his name. He always said spending money on me was something he loved doing.

But now, that same card was being used for someone else.

I quickly looked down, trying to hide the tears welling up in my eyes.

Jasmine urged me to take off the shoes. As I started to, a voice interrupted from the entrance.

"I'll buy those shoes for you, Ms. Sullivan."

The saleswoman immediately took his card with respect and began processing the purchase.

I turned to see who it was—Logan.

What was he doing here?

He gave me a crooked smile and, without a word, kneeled down in front of me, carefully fastening the buckles on my shoes.

"All done. You can stand up now."

I stood up, linking my arm with Logan's.

Norris fumed. "Rosalind, you're really a piece of work. Now you're hooking up with my brother?"

I stared him down. I couldn't believe he cheated on me and still had the nerve to act all holier-than-thou in front of me.

Jasmine chimed in, "You're pretending to be all pure, but look at you. You'll take anyone, won't you?"

I released Logan's arm and marched over to Jasmine, slapping her across the face. "Never seen someone pick up someone else's trash and flaunt it around."

Then I took Logan's arm again and leaned my head on his shoulder, speaking casually, "By the way, Jasmine, I still haven't canceled my engagement with the Gilberts. You'd better treat me well. Who knows? Maybe you'll have to get my blessing to marry Norris."

Norris was speechless.

Meanwhile, I glanced at Logan, who was clearly blushing.

I didn't bother with them anymore. Grabbing Logan's hand, I led him out of the store.

Once we were out of their sight, I let go of his hand.

"Thanks for earlier. How much were the shoes? I'll transfer the money to you."

Logan, however, fixed his gaze on me, as if he were trying to see straight into my soul. Without a word, he tightened his grip on my hand.

"Rosalind, your engagement with the Gilberts hasn't been annulled, so…"

"So what?" I took the lead, backing him against the wall, my voice low and teasing as I leaned closer to his ear. "What is it you want to say?"

His face flushed bright red. He shoved me away, stammering, "I-I just think it wouldn't be so bad if we get married."

This six-foot-tall man, now fidgeting with his hands like a shy schoolboy, made me chuckle.

I slid a room key card into his hand. "Come find me at 8:00 PM tonight."

A woman handing a man a room key—there was no need to spell out what that implied.

As the clock on the wall ticked closer to 8:00 PM, I couldn't help but wonder what Logan would choose.

The doorbell rang before long.

I opened the door to see Logan standing there, wearing a deep V-neck shirt that accentuated his broad chest.

I stepped aside, inviting him in.

Logan sat nervously on the edge of the bed.

"Logan," I said softly, "let's get married."

His eyes lit up with hope. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yes, but it'll be a fake marriage. After all, I can't just let it slide after being cheated on. I need some payback."

Hearing this, his expression dimmed, but he nodded in agreement.

Our wedding proceeded as planned under the terms of the original engagement.

On the big day, I walked into the grand hall draped in white lace, my hand resting lightly on Logan's arm.

We went through the entire ceremony, and, of course, Norris showed up with Jasmine in tow. His face was a storm cloud of emotions, his expression a mix of resentment and disbelief.

I waved at him, my voice gentle as I spoke, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

His face turned a furious shade of red, his jaw clenched tightly. Jasmine, however, rolled her eyes and snapped, "So what if you married into the family? There's nothing impressive about it."

Logan's gaze darkened as he stared down Norris, his voice cold and commanding. "Norris, don't bring just anyone around here. Now call Rosalind 'Sister-in-law', or I'll freeze all your credit cards."

Norris, utterly useless without his unlimited spending, had no choice but to comply. Begrudgingly, he muttered, "Sister-in-law."

Pleased, I leaned over and planted a light kiss on Logan's cheek. "Honey, you're the best!"

Logan's face immediately turned crimson, his ears burning.

That night, we shared a room, and I noticed the shadow of someone standing outside the door.

It was Norris. He was actually eavesdropping on his brother's wedding night.

I tugged on Logan's collar, leaning close to his ear. "Your brother's lurking outside. You know what to do."

Logan nodded despite looking utterly clueless. I pushed him onto the bed, making sure to raise my voice dramatically.

"Easy, you're hurting me!"

The bed creaked conspicuously, the sound echoing through the room. Beneath me, Logan's face was as red as a ripe tomato, his body taut with tension.

In a low, restrained voice, he whispered, "Rosalind, don't move."

I froze, startled by the heat radiating off him.

His lips parted slightly. "Rosalind, do you love me?"

The question caught me completely off guard. My thoughts scattered, but I responded without hesitation, "No."

He loosened his hold on me, his expression crestfallen. "I see. I'll help you get your revenge on my brother."

For some reason, seeing him like that made my chest tighten uncomfortably.