My Fiancé Bet Me Away. I Married His Best Friend Three Days Later

My fiancé, Reid, bet our wedding on five pieces of candy with my bestie. He lost, so our wedding was postponed for three years. And I would marry Callum in three days. Years ago, Callum and I had made a bet: if I turned twenty-seven and still wasn't married, I'd marry him. And this was also what Reid taught me: Breaking a bet would ruin their luck at storage unit auctions. I understood. Three days later, Reid showed up at our wedding. He said, "Callum. You and me. One more bet."