He Cried When I Married My Childhood Buddy Novel – The day before our wedding, my fiancé got drunk. On the way home, he mistook me for my best friend. “Sienna, don’t bring the kid to the ceremony tomorrow. I’m his biological father. Don’t let Ariana Lowell find out,” he mumbled. I slammed on the brakes. Grayson Hale lurched forward into the seatback, sobering up halfway.
When his eyes focused and he realized it was me, he froze for a long moment before speaking again, slowly and deliberately. “Since you heard it… the wedding should be postponed. But don’t worry. Sienna doesn’t want to marry me. The kid is mine, so I have to take responsibility.” “She’s your best friend. You must feel bad seeing her raise a child alone. So once the kid starts school, I’ll come back and marry you then.” I let out a bitter laugh, “… Sounds good.
I have no objections.” When we got home, he said nothing, dragged his suitcase out, and left. I wiped away the last tear and sat on the bed in a daze. My phone rang at the worst possible moment. My childhood sweetheart’s voice was hoarse, “Ari, don’t marry him… please.” I stayed silent for a moment before I said, “Okay.” … Looking around the carefully decorated room for the wedding, I used to think the decorations weren’t enough. Now they felt blinding and ridiculous.
I had chased him for two years in university. We’d finally been together for three. Tomorrow was supposed to be the day we finally walked into marriage. Instead, I learned that he had slept with my best friend, Sienna Clarke, three years ago, and their son was already two. The double betrayal, from the man I loved and my best friend I trusted, hit me like a hammer, shattering my heart. I forced back the tears burning at the corners of my eyes, refusing to let them fall.
I had to get out, to escape this room that suddenly felt suffocating. My phone rang again. “Ariana, Sienna’s been busy with the kid and hasn’t eaten yet. I haven’t eaten either. Bring us dinner.” His tone carried the expectation of immediate compliance, like an order issued without question. Before I could even process his words, the call disconnected, leaving no room for response.
A bitter, hollow laugh escaped me. The irony twisted like a knife. For three years, I watched Sienna struggle as a single mother. I stood by her from her first trimester all the way until her son turned two. As her best friend and the boy’s godmother, I gave everything I could—never failing her, never judging, never once turning away. Every time she avoided talking about the child’s father, my heart ached for her.
Never did I imagine the man who abandoned her was the man who shared my bed. And the joke was, all this time, I thought Sienna was the foolish one; turned out I had been playing the fool for years. Only now did everything click. Every time we went out, Sienna wore those revealing outfits, brushing “accidentally” against Grayson, laughing and touching. All of it had been deliberate, right under my nose. I used to get jealous occasionally and would hint to Grayson about boundaries.
He always dismissed me. “Sienna is your friend. I’m your man. If you can’t trust the two of us, who can you trust?” Just a few words, and I let it go. I truly believed he was right. Looking back, I was incredibly stupid. I let out a bitter smile. I opened a food delivery app and deliberately picked a restaurant with the lowest rating, ordered a few dishes, and transferred them into plates when they arrived. Then I headed to Sienna’s apartment. I wanted to see how the esteemed Mr. Hale, who was used to having everything handed to him, would take care of a child.
I rang the doorbell. For a second, a strange dizziness washed over me, as if none of this were quite real. Sienna opened the door, wearing a tight skirt, her face flushed. My expression turned cold instantly. I knew exactly what she had been doing. Sienna, however, seemed utterly unbothered. She kept smiling sweetly and pulled me inside. Seeing that I remained quiet, she spoke first. “Ari, sit down. Gray’s helping Milo wash up.
You should have seen how much fun they were having together earlier, father and son, just bonding.” Gray. Since when was she on such familiar terms? How could I have been so blind? Father and son. So they weren’t even bothering to hide it anymore. I sat down stiffly, my body numb, as if all the life had been drained out of me. Soon after, Grayson walked out with their son in his arms. I instinctively smiled at my godson. But today, he didn’t run into my arms like always. Instead, he pointed at me, “Homewrecker.”