My Fiancée Chose My Best Friend, So I Married Her Rival

The night before we were due to sign the marriage license, at a party with friends, someone suggested we play the room-key game.

"Whoever's key you draw, that's who you share a room with tonight."

I frowned without thinking.

But Cecily Henson leaned in close to my ear, her smile all certainty.

"What are you afraid of? I already had someone swap them."

"The one I draw is definitely going to be your key."

So I nodded and agreed.

Then, the very next second, Cecily flipped over the key in her hand.

Written right there on it was the name of my brother, Roy Weiss.

The private room erupted.