I Watched as My Fiancé Married My Cousin

From the moment we met, Harold began pursuing me.

At that time, everyone knew I was Yeshua’s fiancée.

Even so, Harold didn’t back down—instead, his pursuit grew even more passionate.

He and Yeshua had always been sworn rivals. The moment they saw each other, it was like fire and oil—they were instantly at odds.

I knew Yeshua disliked Harold, and from then on, I began to gradually distance himself from him.

I still remember the day I firmly rejected Harold. He looked heartbroken, his usual unruly smile was gone.

In the end, he turned and walked away.

But before he left, he came to find me again.

“I'll wait,” he told me. “If there ever comes a day when Yeshua no longer loves you, I’ll be the first to come back and marry you.”

At the time, I never believed it was possible between us. After all, I was hopelessly in love with Yeshua.

But I remember it clearly—even in my past life, when I was drowning, sinking beneath the cold river waters, I saw Harold in the distance.

He was rushing toward me in a panic.

Unfortunately... he was still too late to save me.

“Julianna, I have some business to take care of overseas. I’ll be back as soon as it’s done,” he said, turning to look at me with a smile.

Smiling back, I nodded.

I was now married to Harold. From this moment on, I would never belong to anyone else.

As someone born with a fate that could only bring prosperity to one man, I had already given that blessing to him.

As for Yeshua? Let him rot in the mess he created.

After personally seeing Harold off, I returned home.

My parents passed away years ago, and I had been living on my own ever since.

Back then, Yeshua’s parents had wanted me to move into their home. After all, they had already accepted me as their future daughter-in-law.

But Yeshua had fiercely opposed the idea, so I never did.

Looking back now, it’s clear why—he was already involved with Heidi.

Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own foolishness.

There were so many signs of Yeshua and Heidi’s affair.

Even when I knew deep down that he didn’t love me, I still clung to the idea of marrying him.

And that blind devotion led me to my death.

I remember the moment I was submerged in the river—how the despair gripped me, how every breath burned in my chest.

But in this life, I would never allow things to reach that point.

As I was lost in thought, my phone buzzed with a text from Harold.

[I’ve just landed. Once I wrap up my business, I’ll come back and give you the grand wedding you deserve.]

I smiled as I replied, telling him to stay safe.

Then I put down the phone and got ready for bed.

What I didn’t expect was that, just as I was about to drift off, Yeshua would suddenly call.

“Julianna, where are you right now?”

His voice was cold and clipped.

“What is it, Yeshua?” I asked, frowning slightly.

“Are you at home? I’m coming over to see you.”

I raised a brow, then responded flatly, “There’s no need. It’s late—I’m already in bed.”

“If you have something to say, just say it. If not, don’t bother me again.”

There was a brief silence, followed by the sound of his heavier breathing.

Then he spoke, his voice was harder now. “Julianna, I’m coming to find you. Come out and meet me.”

I heard the command in his voice and chuckled coldly.

Without another word, I hung up.