Breaking Up With My Scumbag Fiance, I Married His Rival

Jeydon Crawford was the most sought after bachelor in Seattle, the man every woman dreamed of. Yet one day, he declared that his fiancée would be chosen by drawing lots.

I knew the one he loved was Krisha, the housekeeper's daughter. So, on the day of the drawing, I quietly removed my own name from the box.

I loved him, so I was willing to let him go. But to my shock—the name drawn in the end was mine.

Perhaps fate was playing a cruel joke.

That very night, Krisha took out her anger on my little dog—the one I had raised for ten years. She hung it up and beat it until it was half-dead.

Panicked, I shoved her away. To avenge her, Jeydon ordered someone to kill my dog.

That night, something inside me broke.

I grabbed a baseball bat—and personally shattered both of Krisha's legs.

She cried and begged Jeydon to punish me. But for the first time, he refused her.

It wasn't until she slit her wrists that I heard him weeping beside her bed.

"Krisha, how could you be so foolish? I only married her so she could serve you. Didn't you say you wanted to know what it feels like to have her at your beck and call?"

"You were upset, so I even killed that dog to cheer you up—why would you still hurt yourself?"

The years of humiliation I'd buried deep inside me finally burst open, flooding into a torrent of rage.

I stormed into Krisha's hospital room and tore the blood transfusion tube from her arm.

"Cheska, have you gone mad?!" Jeydon grabbed my wrist, so I took the fruit knife on the table and it stabbed straight into his arm.

Blood splattered across my face.

I wiped it away and smiled faintly.

"Jeydon," I said coldly, "I can grant you your precious love. But the lies you fed me and my dog's life—I will make you pay for every single one."

Covered in blood, I walked out of the hospital. Just then, my phone rang.

"Cheska, the Ainsworth family heard about you being chosen. Do you need me to handle it for you?"

"No need," I replied evenly. "In a week, I'll marry that devil from the Ainsworth family."

After hanging up, I headed to the underground parking lot.

From a distance, I saw a wheelchair parked beside my car.

Krisha turned toward me when she heard my footsteps. Her cheeks were still streaked with tears, and fresh blood seeped through the bandage on her wrist. Yet when our eyes met, she smiled—like a victor.

"Miss Meyer, you stabbed Jeydon. Do you feel better now?" she mocked.

I smiled back. "What's the rush? This is only the beginning."

"How pitiful," she sneered. "After all that, he still didn't even look at you. Did you know? He came to comfort me right after without even treating his wound."

The car key dug painfully into my palm. Jeydon's voice echoed in my mind again.

"If fate allows, I'll draw Krisha's name. If not... it doesn't matter who I marry."

That was when I finally accepted it—Jeydon's love for Krisha was obsession, and I was nothing more than the toy he used to amuse her.

When we were students, he deliberately took me to an amusement park during exams so she could win the scholarship.

On my birthday, no matter what gift I received, he always gave her something better.

Even his "exclusive island vacation" had only been arranged to fulfill her wish—to celebrate her coming-of-age in front of me.

His love for her had long turned into madness. And I was just the prop in their little fairytale.

I drew a deep breath. There was no point grieving over something I had already seen clearly.

In one week, I would marry another man—and Jeydon would have nothing to do with me ever again.

With that thought, I brushed past Krisha and got into my car.

"Cheska! Didn't you hear me talking to you?" she snapped, wheeling herself forward to block my way.

Through the windshield, her eyes glinted with malice. "What are you pretending for? So what if you're the Meyer family's daughter? In front of the Crawford family, the Meyer family is nothing!"

I chuckled softly. "Maybe so. But you and your mother still depend on the Meyer family to survive."

Her face twisted. Her voice rose to a shrill pitch.

"If your parents hadn't groveled like dogs before the Crawford family, do you really think Jeydon would ever—"

Smack!

The slap landed hard, sending her and the wheelchair crashing to the floor. Her cheek swelled instantly.

I crouched down and gripped her chin. "If I hear you insult my parents again," I murmured, "I'll make sure you never speak another word in this lifetime."

"You know me, Krisha. I don't make empty threats."

Tears welled in her eyes, brimming with hatred. Then, suddenly, she began to tremble and cry, shoulders shaking.

"Miss Meyer... isn't it enough that you broke my legs? Must you take my life too?"

The moment I saw her act, I knew exactly who was coming.

Footsteps echoed behind me.

Jeydon rushed past, not even sparing me a glance. He knelt beside Krisha, holding her close. Then he looked up at me, fury burning in his eyes.

"Cheska! What are you doing?!"

"Your dog bit someone," I said, repeating his own words to him. "Since you can't control her, I'll do it for you."

"Jeydon, it's my fault," Krisha sobbed in his arms. "I just love you too much... that's why I upset Miss Meyer. I know I'm lowborn, unworthy of loving you. But even so, she shouldn't have called my mother a dog kept by the Meyer family. She even tried to run me over with her car! If you hadn't come, I would've..."

Her voice broke as she curled up pitifully against his chest.

Jeydon's expression darkened. "Cheska, this time you've gone too far! Apologize to Krisha. Now!"