My Fiancé Knocked Up My Best Friend, So I Ruined Their Lives

At our pre-wedding party, we were playing Truth or Dare. With a teasing smile, I asked my fiancé, Logan, who he would want to marry if I weren't in the picture. Without a second of hesitation, he said another girl's name. "Sierra." My best friend. Seeing me freeze in disbelief, Sierra giggled behind her hand. "Chloe, don't freak out. I might be pregnant with Logan's baby, but I have no interest in stepping into the graveyard of marriage." "When the baby's born, they can just call you Mom." Logan gently wrapped his arm around Sierra's waist, softly resting his hand on her belly. Then he looked at me, his face completely cold: "Sierra is moving in with us after the wedding. Make sure you take good care of her. This is my first child, after all." Seeing my eyes turn red while I stood there speechless, Sierra couldn't hold back another giggle. "Chloe, you get to be a mom without going through labor! Isn't that amazing?" Logan's younger brother, Tyler, rolled his eyes at me: "If Sierra actually wanted to marry my brother, you wouldn't even have a shot." "The wedding dress, the ring, the bouquet—Logan had all of it ready for Sierra. She just didn't want to tie herself down!" He sneered, a mocking smirk spreading across his face: "You're just getting the leftovers. You should be thanking your lucky stars." I looked at Logan. He didn't say a single word to deny it. The blood in my veins turned to ice. We had been dating for seven years. I had brought up marriage countless times. Every time, he would just shrug me off with irritation: "Marriage is the death of romance." "I'm not looking to settle down right now." I thought I understood his hesitation. Coming from a broken home, he was naturally wary of commitment. So, ignoring what everyone else whispered behind my back, I was always the one putting myself out there, proving my love over and over again. Finally, on my ninety-ninth attempt, he said yes. Back then, I was over the moon, thinking my patience had finally paid off. Turns out, he had already proposed to my best friend behind my back long ago. I suddenly remembered the night he said yes to me. I had stayed up talking on the phone with Sierra until sunrise, pouring out my joy. And Sierra had just laughed along with me. What a sick joke. I swallowed hard, trying to fight back the burning sting in my eyes. Sierra stepped forward, wrapping an arm around my shoulder: "You've been waiting seven years to marry Logan." "You're my best friend. How could I ever steal that dream from you?" Logan spoke up, his voice low and firm: "Sierra is being incredibly generous. You should be grateful to her." Ridiculous. Absolutely insane. I stared at him, my eyes wide, unable to comprehend the sheer audacity coming out of his mouth. My voice broke into a trembling, furious shout: "Grateful? You want me to thank my best friend for sleeping with my fiancé?" "You want me to thank her for carrying your bastard child?" I took a sharp breath, staring him dead in the eye: "Logan, we're done. It's over." The room fell dead silent for a few seconds. Then, everyone burst out laughing. Tyler doubled over in laughter, and Sierra hid her smirk behind her fingers. Logan chuckled dryly, shaking his head with exasperation: "Stop throwing a childish tantrum." "If we actually broke up, you'd be the one crying yourself to sleep." He treated my words like a petty joke. He was utterly convinced I could never leave him. After all, I was always the one chasing after him. Between us, I had always been the pathetic one. Tears spilled over, running hot down my cheeks. Logan leaned in and patted my head, the exact way someone would pat a dog: "Nothing is actually going to change between us." "Sierra already agreed that your name will be on the birth certificate." Sierra chimed in with a sweet, mocking smile: "Chloe, I'm literally saving you from pregnancy weight and stretch marks!" They looked at me with smug satisfaction, as if expecting me to thank them on my knees. A wave of intense nausea hit my stomach. I couldn't take it anymore. I bolted into the restroom and threw up until my ribs ached. Footsteps echoed behind me. I looked up, wiping my mouth, only to meet Sierra's smug, smiling face in the mirror.Sierra pulled a tissue and offered it to me with fake gentleness, just like she always did whenever I was upset. "Look at you, what a mess. Wipe your face." I didn't take it. I just stared at her with bloodshot, hollow eyes. Even through the crushing pain, I had to ask: "Why?" We were supposed to be best friends. We used to have each other's backs through thick and thin. How could she be carrying my fiancé's child? Sierra blinked innocently: "Chloe, we're besties. What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine." "So what if I borrowed your man for a little fun when I was bored?" Under the dim restroom lights, the pendant around her neck caught my eye. I bought that for her. It cost my entire first work bonus—fifteen hundred dollars. Logan had even acted jealous back then, complaining: "Why do you treat that friend of yours better than you treat me?" And back then, I had smiled and said: "Because she's my best friend. We share everything." Seeing my gaze drop to her neck, Sierra touched the pendant, pouting her red lips: "This necklace is honestly out of style anyway." She gently caressed her flat belly with a smug grin: "Logan promised to buy me a brand-new diamond one as soon as I deliver the baby." "I guess I can give this cheap thing back to you then." A cold smile tugged at the corner of my lips: "Just throw it in the trash." "Once something's been covered in filth, I don't want it back." "Whether it's jewelry, or a man." The sweet mask on Sierra's face instantly vanished, replaced by pure, ugly venom. She slid closer, whispering like a snake right in my ear: "So what if your family, your looks, and your job are all better than mine?" "Your man still craves me." A triumphant sneer spread across her face: "He had to beg me multiple times before I finally let him get me pregnant." All the warmth drained from my body. In a surge of blind fury, I shoved her away. She let out a dramatic scream and fell to the floor. "My baby!" Logan burst through the door almost instantly. The moment he saw Sierra on the tiles, pure panic and heartbreak washed over his face. "Chloe... she just couldn't accept the baby..." Sierra buried her face in Logan's chest, sobbing hysterically: "I didn't mean to make Chloe mad! Maybe I should just leave with the baby..." "No way in hell!" Logan's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with fury. "Why should you have to back down for her?!" He whipped his head toward me, the veins on his neck bulging: "Sierra loves me enough to give up a wedding just so you wouldn't feel left out!" "And you can't even stomach an unborn child?!" Slap! Slap! Two brutal, stinging slaps landed square across my face. Pain. Humiliation. Grief. Rage. Everything shattered inside me all at once. My ears rang violently, and the sight of Logan's yelling mouth blurred before my eyes. The only thing cutting through the noise was Tyler's voice sneering that I was an ungrateful bitch. In the end, Sierra lightly tugged at Logan's sleeve, softly telling him to calm down. Tyler scoffed: "Sierra, you're way too nice! Why are you still defending her?" Logan looked at me with cold disgust: "Stay here and think about what you did." "If you don't come out with a proper apology, the wedding tomorrow is off." Throwing that final threat at me, Logan scooped Sierra into his arms and walked away. My cheeks burned with throbbing heat. Wiping away my tears, I tried to drag my exhausted body toward the door. Suddenly, everything spun. Darkness rushed in, and I collapsed onto the cold tiles.The sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic filled my senses as I slowly opened my eyes. "Oh, you're awake?" A nurse happened to walk past my bed and stopped: "You passed out in the restaurant restroom. The staff called an ambulance and had you brought in." My throat felt like sandpaper. It hurt just to speak: "What... what happened to me?" The nurse offered a reassuring smile: "Severe emotional stress on top of utter physical exhaustion. You just need proper rest." I let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. To pull off today's wedding, I had pulled several all-nighters. The catering, the decor, the seating chart... I had planned out every single tiny detail, drafting over a hundred variations. Logan had even mocked me for it back then: "It's just a wedding. You're making a ridiculous deal out of it." Back then, completely blinded by love, I had simply beamed at him and said: "You only get married once in your life. Of course it's worth it." I thanked the nurse. Unlocking my phone, over ninety unread notifications flashed on the screen. Not a single private message was for me. In our four-person SnapChat group, they were having the time of their lives. Tyler: [Just picked up Sierra! She looks stunning today.] Tyler: [Bro, you're one lucky guy.] Attached was a photo of Sierra sitting in the backseat, flashing a peace sign at the camera. I zoomed in on the picture. I recognized the floral ribbons on the car doors and the white lily bouquet resting beside her. That was my bridal car. Those were my wedding flowers. Logan replied: [Obviously.] Below it were sweet, flirtatious texts between Logan and Sierra, sprinkled with Tyler's teasing remarks. On my wedding day, not a single one of them remembered the actual bride. They just let Sierra take my bridal car. And hold my bouquet. I told myself I shouldn't care anymore, but a wave of suffocating grief washed over my chest. A tear slipped from my eye, splashing right onto the screen. My finger slipped, accidentally sending a "nudge" to Logan. The lively chat instantly froze. A second later, two voice notes from Logan popped up. "Sierra won our game yesterday, and all she asked for was a ride in the bridal car." "Call an Uber and get here yourself. Stop being petty over every little thing." My mind drifted back. When Logan and I first started dating. Because of his rough childhood, he always kept his distance from everyone. I was the one who kept reaching out, slowly melting his cold exterior. But constantly giving without getting anything back gets exhausting. So once, Sierra dragged me out to a club to blow off steam. That night, Logan walked five miles through the pouring rain just to track me down. "Why are you out this late?" He sounded harsh, but my heart fluttered. Back then, I thought that was just his clumsy, awkward way of showing he cared. Yet now, he had left me passed out in a bathroom all night. And the very first thing he said to me was an order to hand over my wedding car and flowers to my best friend. I didn't hear a trace of love in his voice anymore. All I felt was bone-deep exhaustion. "She can have the wedding too." I typed out the reply, hit send, and left the group chat. I let out a long, shuddering breath. The pain I had been holding back finally broke through. Muffled sobs tore from my throat, raw and broken. After what felt like forever, my phone buzzed violently. It was Mom. "Chloe! Where are you? Why aren't you at the venue yet?" Her voice was panicked, trembling on the verge of tears. "Your father and Logan... they're fighting!" I scrambled out of bed, ripping the IV needle from my hand. The nurse turned around and yelled after me in shock. "I'm so sorry!" I wiped my nose, my voice shaking. "I have an emergency. I have to go!" The nurse sighed and shoved a folded chart into my hands: "Fine, but you really need to be careful with your body..." Before she could finish, I snatched the paper, jammed it into my pocket, and sprinted out the door.Over the phone, Mom broke down completely. "Your dad and I were upset when we saw your friend stepping out of the bridal car, but we held our tongues." "Then Sierra walked right up to your father and announced she was pregnant!" "Your dad was about to congratulate her when she dropped the bomb—she said it was Logan's baby, and told your dad to treat it as his own grandkid!" I frantically asked what happened next. The line went dead. I burst through the venue doors, and every pair of eyes in the room instantly locked onto me. The air was thick with tension, but I didn't care. Just as I started scanning the crowd for my parents, an aggressive shadow lunged at me. Tyler grabbed my wrist in a vice grip, twisting it so hard I winced in pain. "You actually have the nerve to show up?" I couldn't believe my ears. This was my wedding. Why shouldn't I be here? "Let go of me," I commanded, my voice ice-cold. Tyler froze for a second. He was used to me being compliant and soft-spoken. Then, pure fury flared across his face: "Good thing you're here!" "Your lunatic father made a scene in front of everyone, screaming that Sierra is a homewrecking whore!" "You're going to pay for what he did. Get over there and get on your knees to apologize to Sierra!" Dad knew everything. He was a dignified, respectable man. He would never humiliate anyone in public unless pushed beyond his absolute limits. And yet, his son-in-law had publicly thrown hands with him just to defend his side piece. Grief and rage surged inside me. I wanted nothing more than to find my parents, but Tyler dragged me straight toward the VIP bridal lounge. Inside, Logan was holding a weeping Sierra, gently stroking her hair with pure tenderness in his eyes. He had never once looked at me with that much care. The moment he noticed me, his face hardened instantly: "We were completely upfront with you. Why did you have to run crying to your parents?" "Why are you always so damn immature?!" He let out an irritated sigh: "Apologize to Sierra right now, and promise you'll get along with her." "Otherwise, I'm calling off this wedding in front of everyone." He was still threatening me. Using his love as collateral. A humorless laugh escaped my lips. I violently ripped my arm out of Tyler's grip. "Be my guest." My heart was already shredded beyond repair. I didn't even have any tears left to cry for him. All I wanted was to find my parents and get as far away from these toxic freaks as possible. Maybe it was how decisively I turned my back on him, but a sudden flash of panic crossed Logan's face. "I didn't say you could leave!" He lunged forward, grabbing my arm with brute force. The momentum sent me stumbling hard into the sharp edge of the marble table. A blinding, agonizing pain ripped through my lower abdomen. It felt like something vital was draining out of me. "Blood!" "Why is she bleeding?!" Tyler's terrified scream pulled me back to reality. My hands shook violently as I pulled the crumpled medical report from my coat pocket. Four weeks pregnant. Logan saw it too. His eyes widened in horror, and he snatched the paper from my trembling fingers. "No... how is this possible?" His lips quivered as he desperately tried to deny reality: "Is this fake? Did you fake this?!" I didn't have the strength to argue anymore. The air was sucked right out of my lungs, and my knees gave out completely. As darkness crept over my vision, I saw two familiar figures rushing through the doors toward me. They screamed my name in sheer agony. I whispered back through the pain: "Mom... Dad..." "It hurts so much..."