My Fiancé Chose His Prank Friend First

Lily was a popular influencer known for her prank videos.

The first time, she sent a cheeky photo to James with me right there, just so she could catch his reaction on camera.

Another time, she pretended to drop her bathrobe in front of the camera to see how he'd react.

Then, the third time—right in front of everyone—she suddenly kissed him. Afterward, she brushed it off, laughing at me, "Rosalie, don't get mad. It was just a challenge! Kiss a friend!"

At my engagement party, she grabbed the microphone, eyes glistening with fake tears, and announced, "James, I'm pregnant."

The room fell dead silent. James looked completely blindsided. Then she burst into laughter, "Gotcha!"

Meanwhile, the comments were blowing up:

["Girl, open your eyes! This time it's for real!"]

["Remember last time, after y'all fought because she kissed him? He went over to her place, wasted!"]

I watched as James let out a relieved sigh, a faint smile on my lips.

"I'm pregnant too."

"But it's not yours."

The heir to the Kennedy legacy went white as a ghost.

"Rosalie, say that again. I dare you."

He grabbed my hand, his grip tight, eyes blazing with fury.

I met his stare, my smile calm. "Just kidding."

But James's anger only flared. He seized my shoulders and shouted, "Rosalie, you think this is some kind of joke?"

"Are you trying to play me?"

I glanced over at Lily, then faced his icy glare with a half-smile.

"What's the matter? Lily can joke about this stuff, but I can't?"

"How many times has she pulled crap like this with you? Why don't you ever get pissed at her?"

My nails dug into my palms as I fought the crushing ache in my chest.

James froze, his aggressive glare faltering.

The room stood trapped in awkward silence.

I took a deep breath, shoved him off me, and turned to walk away.

But then Lily's voice cut through the air.

"So this is all about me?"

"Is she out of her mind? I was just trying to make your engagement more fun. Did she have to go off like that?"

Her voice was loud, clearly aimed at me.

How could I pretend I didn't hear?

I grabbed a bottle of champagne and smashed it at her feet.

She screamed in terror, "Rosalie, what the hell is wrong with you?"

I smiled sweetly. "Just wanted to spice up the party. Did I have to go off like that?"

Furious, Lily snatched a bottle and hurled it straight at me.

I was about to dodge when James stepped in front of me, holding me tight.

The bottle smashed against the back of his head, blood streaming instantly.

"Koda! Call 911!"

Everyone rushed forward in a frenzy.

Amid the chaos, I calmly dialed 911 myself.

At the police station, Lily refused to comply, accusing me of throwing the first blow.

But the security footage was crystal clear. I aimed at the floor. She aimed for a person's head.

Lily shook with rage, "Rosalie! Are you only satisfied when I'm locked up?"

I shot back, "Shouldn't you take responsibility for your own actions?"

Just then, James—the one who should've been at the hospital—showed up.

"Officer, I'm the victim. If we settle, she won't have to be detained, right?"

Lily's eyes brimmed with tears, and she threw herself into his arms, sobbing.

James stood there stiff, eyes on me, trying to explain.

But I just smiled.

Grabbed my bag and walked out.

The cold night breeze cut through my thoughts, clearing my head.

James quickly caught up with me.

"Rosalie, hold up—just hear me out!"

He pulled me back, impatience creeping into his voice.

"It was just a minor thing. There was no need to make such a big deal out of it, right?"

Once again, those comments flashed before my eyes.

["Just back from the future—breakup countdown's starting again."]

["Rosalie's gonna volunteer at a hospital in a developing country for three years, suffer heartbreak for two weeks, then finally dump James!"]

I couldn't help but let out a dry laugh.

Why drag out a breakup?

"James, let's end this."

The arrogant mask on James's face cracked.

He narrowed his eyes.

"End this? Are you freaking kidding me?"