I Watched as My Fiancé Married My Cousin

They never expected me to refuse.

After all, they knew how deeply I loved Yeshua.

But now, hearing my rejection, both Yeshua’s parents looked stunned, as if they couldn’t believe their ears.

“Julianna, didn’t you love Yeshua the most?” Aunt Sylvia asked, her voice full of disbelief.

I gave her a faint smile and said, “Aunt Sylvia, since Yeshua loves Heidi, then I’m choosing to let him go.”

“Julianna, what do you mean by that?”

Yeshua’s face darkened as he looked at me. “You’re saying... you won’t marry me?”

“Didn’t you say you’d only ever marry Heidi? I’m just giving you what you wanted. Or is that not acceptable now?” I met his gaze, calm and composed.

My answer silenced him.

I knew from the start that he wanted to have it both ways—marry Heidi in name and keep me in the shadows as his hidden wife.

If that was the case, why should I play along?

“Julianna, think carefully. I’m willing to marry you, and you’re still not satisfied? Don’t forget—you’re an orphan. If I don’t marry you, who will?”

His words were laced with arrogance and contempt.

I looked him straight in the eye and replied coldly, “You don’t need to concern yourself with that, Mr. Grant.”

What he didn’t know was that women like me, with a fated blessing to bring fortune to their husbands, would never lack suitors.

The only reason I hadn’t married already was because I had stubbornly clung to the idea of becoming his wife—I had turned away many good men for his sake.

And what did I get in return?

Betrayal. From him and his entire family.

“Since the Grant family has made its decision, I’ll take my leave now,” I said, standing up and facing the three of them.

“Julianna, I know you love Yeshua,” Heidi called out behind me. “But can’t you think of what’s best for him?”

“If you really love him, why wouldn’t you marry him?”

I turned and looked at her.

Her eyes sparkled with triumph.

“I don’t love him anymore. He’s yours now,” I said it plainly, without emotion.

Yeshua’s face instantly darkened.

“Julianna, you better think this through!” he snapped.

I smiled. “Don’t worry. My mind has never been clearer. I wish you and my dear cousin a lifetime of happiness together, Yeshua.”

With that, I turned and walked away from the Grant family home.

Behind me, I heard Aunt Sylvia anxiously whispering to her son, “Yeshua, maybe you should just marry Julianna. Let Heidi be your mistress...”

But Yeshua turned to look at Heidi’s tearful face and said firmly, “Don’t worry about Julianna!”

“Don’t you know her by now? She has used that whole ‘prosperous fate’ story to bully Heidi for years. She’s just throwing a tantrum—she’ll come crawling back in a few days, begging me to marry her!”

Hearing his words as I stepped out the door, I let out a cold laugh.

Come back?

Never.

I had my own life now. A new one.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

When the line connected, I didn’t hesitate. “Want to get married?”

...

When we stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Harold was still laughing.

“Julianna, I can’t believe you actually agreed to marry me!”

He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear.

This man was Harold Sandoval—one of the most notorious playboys in New York's elite circle.

We met years ago at a party.