My Best Friend Test Drove My Fiancé 18 Times

The other side went dead silent for two seconds. Serena didn't believe me. Her laughter came through the phone. "Chloe, are you still asleep? What kind of nonsense is that?" "I’m literally at your wedding venue right now. Your groom is right under my nose. Who could you possibly be marrying?" It sounded like she slapped someone. A loud smack echoed over the receiver. Ethan gasped in pain. "Serena! You dare smack my ass while you’re on the phone with my wife? You're playing with fire." "If my wife gets jealous and refuses to marry me, you'll pay for this!" Serena’s voice was teasing and thick with flirting. "Pay for what? Tonight is your wedding night with Chloe. I won't be waiting for you at the hotel tonight." As soon as she said that, a burst of laughter erupted from their friends around her. "What wedding night? You three should just sleep together!" "Yeah! Serena is the maid of honor anyway, they practically share everything. I'm sure Chloe wouldn't mind." "Honestly, Ethan, you should just marry them both today..." Ethan laughed and kicked the speaker playfully. "Alright, that's enough. My wife is listening." He grabbed the phone from Serena, his voice turning sweet. "Chloe, don't mind them. They're just messing around." "Why aren't you here yet? Did you oversleep? Hurry up, the guests are going to arrive soon..." I replied calmly, "Are you brainless, or just deaf?" "I already told you. I am married. The groom isn't you." "Don't call me again. My husband will get angry." Before Ethan could reply, I heard the sound of his phone dropping, and I hung up. The world was finally quiet. I looked back at my own wedding. The roses, the decorations—everything was styled exactly to my taste. Across from me, Marcus looked at me with burning intensity. "Chloe, are you absolutely sure about this? You really want to marry me?" "Don't do this just to get revenge. Once we exchange these rings, there’s no turning back." I smiled and held his hand without a second thought. "If I regret it, I'm a fool." The marriage officiant continued. Just as we were about to exchange rings, my phone rang again. I frowned and silenced it. But it rang again immediately. Marcus smiled and handed me the phone. "Answer it. We have time. I don't want another man constantly blowing up my wife's phone."

I had no choice but to pick up. Ethan’s voice was anxious and annoyed. "Chloe, what kind of tantrum are you throwing?" "What was that lie about marrying someone else? I'm standing right here. Who could you marry?" "Look around. Everyone in our social circle knows you're my fiancée!" "We've been engaged for years, and our families are waiting. Stop messing around and get over here right now." I listened silently to his entitled rant. Yes. Everyone knew he was my fiancé. We had been together since college. It had been nearly ten years. But ten years of history meant nothing compared to his one-night stand with Serena. All because, after getting drunk a few times, he tried to strip my clothes off, kissing me flushed and breathless. "Chloe, give yourself to me..." I refused. Ever since then, whenever the topic came up, he became obsessive and passive-aggressive. Once, we had a massive fight over a trivial matter. Ethan lost his mind and screamed at me: "Chloe, ask yourself honestly, do you even love me?" "Other couples hold hands and kiss in the first week, and they're in bed by the second! Look at you. It’s been ten years, and you won't even let me touch you..." "What century are we living in? What is wrong with you?" "If you really love me, shouldn't you naturally want to get close to me? Why do you act like touching me is repulsive?" Even though my eyes were red, I explained it to him over and over again. "I love you, but this is my boundary." He knew exactly why. My mother’s dying wish was for me to save myself for my husband. She had been tricked by a sweet-talking player, got pregnant with me, and suffered her entire life. She didn't want me to repeat her mistake. But during all of this, my "best friend" Serena had been playing the supportive sister. She would roll her eyes in anger right in front of me. "What an asshole! Throwing a fit just because he can't get into your pants? Chloe, listen to me, do not tolerate his behavior!" I listened to her. I just didn't expect that the moment I turned my back, they would end up in bed together. And they had the audacity to call it a "test drive." I was pulled back to reality by the hysterical voice on the other end. "Ethan, save your breath. I don't care anymore." "Today is my wedding day, and I don't want to waste my time talking to you. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." Ethan quickly interrupted: "Chloe!" "What are you actually mad about? I'll apologize however you want, just tell me. Today is our wedding. Do you want to humiliate me in front of everyone?" "And... is this about last night? I told you, I drank too much and fell asleep. I didn't see your calls." I couldn't help but sneer. Fell asleep? Or were you busy sleeping with someone else? Ethan had no idea that I had installed a spyware app on his phone long ago. I heard him talking to his frat boys: "Tomorrow, I'm a married man. Tonight is my bachelor party, and I’m going to wild out." Someone asked him: "Hey Ethan, are you still going to the hotel with Chloe’s bestie for some pre-marital action?" "Obviously," Ethan replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Serena has a killer body and is totally wild. To be honest, if she weren't Chloe’s friend, I wouldn't even want to get married. I'd hate to lose access to a catch like her..." I sneered silently. Serena snatched the phone back and asked, "Chloe, jokes aside, this is your wedding. If you keep delaying, people aren't going to wait forever." She had no idea I had already eloped with her uncle. "You should call me Aunt Chloe now." Serena obviously didn't believe me. When we were on good terms, we always joked like this to tease each other. She thought "Aunt Chloe" was just me playing along. "Chloe, honestly, which young pretty boy did you run off with?" "Don't play too hard. Your fiancé is actually pretty good. I've already tested him for you. If you don't hurry up, another woman might snatch him." "Though, honestly, I'm kind of sad he's marrying you. I won't get to touch those abs anymore..." "But hey, that just makes it more thrilling... Haha, you're not mad, right? I'm just joking." I ignored her and muted the phone. Suddenly, she sent me a barrage of videos on Snapchat—eight or nine in a row. I casually tapped one. It was Serena and Ethan drinking a toast together. Serena was wearing the wedding dress she had helped me pick out, linking arms with Ethan as they walked onto the stage. She even gave a speech as the "bride." But she added mockingly: "Don't get the wrong idea, everyone. I'm not the bride. I'm just her best friend!" "The bride is running late for some reason, and she's having a little lover's quarrel with the groom. So, I'm just stepping in to keep things running smoothly."

Many guests in the crowd could already smell the toxicity. "The maid of honor is acting like such a snake." "The bride is late, so the bridesmaid takes her place? Who does that?" "I study psychology. Look at their body language. There is definitely something going on between the groom and the best friend." ... The whispers were endless. Someone kept forwarding me the TikTok live streams of their wedding. But I didn't care anymore. My wedding with Marcus proceeded smoothly. Marcus had always been a cold, detached bachelor. His parents had even begun to worry he might be secretly gay, nearly going grey with stress. My sudden appearance made the elderly couple so happy they couldn't sleep a wink the night before. Marcus's parents held my hands warmly, overflowing with affection. "Chloe, you are so beautiful. The moment I saw you, I knew you were meant to be my daughter-in-law. We are so lucky." At the wedding, the two elders couldn't stop smiling. They proudly introduced me to the guests: "Yes, this is my daughter-in-law. Beautiful, isn't she?" "My son must have used up all his lifetime luck to marry such a wonderful wife..." I couldn't help but look down and smile. Marcus and I had met a few times before, but not often. Because Serena and I were best friends, she had shown me photos of Marcus several times, bragging about her hot uncle. "Chloe, my uncle is five years older than me, and he is insanely hot. He easily beats any guy out there." "If you ever get tired of your boyfriend, why don't you try my uncle?" It was because of those words. After discovering that Serena and my fiancé had been "test-driving" each other repeatedly, I made a move on her billionaire bachelor uncle. Once the ceremony ended, Marcus and I went to City Hall to sign our marriage license. Our actual reception party was still a few days away. "Where do you want to go? I'll take you anywhere," Marcus said. I thought about it. "Disneyland." It was a place I had wanted to go for the past two years. Every time I brought it up to Ethan, he would scowl and make excuses to push it off. He told me we would go after the wedding. He promised he would make me his beautiful Disney princess then. But when he said those words, he was always glued to his phone, playing video games with my best friend: "Oh, you silly girl, let me carry you in the next round." Now I finally understood. There is no need to wait for someone who keeps making you wait. The world is huge, and there will always be someone happy to accompany you. Marcus took me to Disneyland. He treated me like a true princess, taking photos of me with endless patience and gentleness. Suddenly, a familiar giggling drifted over from nearby. "Ethan, won't your wife be mad if she finds out you brought me here? And this ring... I'm the one who picked it out for her. Are you sure it's okay for me to wear it?" "What's there to worry about? You practically stood in for her at the wedding. In name, you’re basically my wife anyway." Ethan had his arm wrapped casually around her shoulders, and they looked like they were about to kiss. Serena laughed happily, pushed him away, and pointed to a stand selling candied strawberries, demanding some. Ethan quickly bought them and handed them over. "Feed me." Her voice was pure baby-talk. Ethan used to hate it when girls acted cute or whiny. Whenever I did it, he would scowl and call me high-maintenance. But now, he just smiled indulgently and leaned in to feed her. "No, feed me with your mouth." And Ethan complied without hesitation. It wasn't that he hated cute behavior. He just hated it when it came from me. Seeing me dazed, Marcus walked over. "Want some?" He had bought a skewer of candied strawberries at some point—my favorite flavor. I nodded. "Feed me." Marcus glanced at the couple across from us, gave a knowing smile, took a bite of a strawberry, and leaned down to kiss me. In the end, the skewer fell to the ground. Marcus pinned me against a tree, kissing me with deep, intoxicating passion. But just as we were completely lost in the moment. An enraged voice roared nearby. "Stop it! Chloe, what the hell are you doing?!"

Ethan’s face went pale. He shoved Serena aside and rushed toward me. "Chloe! No wonder you ran away from our wedding and refused to marry me. You found yourself a side piece!" "Tell me, who the hell is this guy?" His face was so pale, he looked like the one who had been cheated on. "Get over here! Why are you so close to him?" Furious, he reached out to grab me. But I coldly stepped back. Unbothered, I linked my arm even tighter with Marcus's right in front of him. "Since you're so desperate to know, let me introduce you." "This is my husband, Marcus." "And as for you—" I paused and smiled. "Just an ex-boyfriend who got wrapped around our niece's little finger." Marcus, who had expected this, smiled warmly. "I've heard of you." "But I must thank you for letting her go. Otherwise, it would have taken me a few more years to win Chloe over." Ethan’s face twisted in embarrassment and rage. "What niece? What nonsense are you talking about?" "...Uncle Marcus?" Serena gasped from behind him, her face turning white as she stared at us. "Chloe, since when did you get together with my uncle?" She forced a laugh and tried to swat at my arm. "Stop joking. My uncle is a legendary bachelor. He doesn't even look at women." "Even if you are pretty, there's no way you made my uncle melt. Chloe, playing pretend to make Ethan jealous is fine, but don't take it too far." Neither of them believed it. "Exactly, Chloe," Ethan chimed in, looking like he was about to lose his mind. He glared at me, scowling. "What crap are you spewing? We haven't even broken up. Since when am I your ex?" "And you still owe me an explanation for running away from our wedding!" "I don't owe you anything." After all, I was a married woman now. I felt zero possessiveness toward other men. I pulled Marcus to walk away, but Ethan grabbed my arm. "Chloe! What is wrong with you?" "First you ditch our wedding, and now you're flirting with another man. What do you want?" He glared at Marcus with jealous, venomous eyes. "This pretty boy looks like a total player. You're using him to put on a show, but aren't you afraid of getting burned?" Even now, he thought I was just acting to get his attention. What an ego. My eyes fell mockingly on the red hickey on his neck. "It's none of your business." "I told you already, I'm married. Believe it or not." Ethan tried to pull me closer. He sneered maliciously, "No wonder you wouldn't let me touch you for ten years. You had someone else on the side." "Since you love throwing yourself at other men so much, let me—" Before his hand could touch me. Marcus’s fist connected sharply with his jaw, sending him stumbling back.