Chapter 1

My fiancée was a respected doctor.

Right before our wedding, she suddenly claimed a critically ill patient needed her urgent care, forcing us to postpone.

I readily agreed, fully supportive of her demanding career.

But then, I caught her and that "patient" having an affair on a remote island.

Turns out, her "patient" was her ex-boyfriend, who was also my older half-brother, Leo.

And her "treatment method"? Comforting him with her own body.

She even had a tattoo of Leo’s tooth mark on her inner thigh.

So, on what was supposed to be our wedding day, I found a new bride.

Selena was having a wedding on the private island I’d bought for her.

If a friend hadn't called me, I’d still be thinking Selena was abroad, dealing with a medical emergency.

"Selena isn't like that. Please stop spreading rumors."

I hung up after saying that.

But even as the words left my mouth, a strange panic seized my heart.

I scrolled through my chat history with Selena. Her last reply to me was three days ago.

That inexplicable unease made me book a flight to the island that very night.

When I arrived, the entire island was blanketed in pink flowers.

I followed a winding path to the island's center, where I’d built Selena an estate.

She'd told me how much she loved feeling free and connected to nature there.

The wedding was already underway. No guests, just a minister officiating.

Selena wore a pink wedding dress. Leo was in a blue suit.

They stood before the minister, exchanging vows.

My heart shattered completely.

Selena had told me countless times that she *hated* pink.

I remembered one time I'd bought her a limited-edition doll. She'd ripped it apart right in front of me, then angrily tossed it to the ground.

"But you always loved collecting dolls, didn't you?" I'd asked, incredulous.

She’d looked at me with disgust.

"You said you’ve loved me for ten years, Alex. How could you not know I hate pink?"

I’d caught my breath. Yet, her treasured metal box was filled with pink items. How could she possibly hate pink?

After the vows, Selena and Leo sat on the estate’s swing.

Their conversation chilled me to the bone.

"Does he know we're secretly getting married?" Leo asked, pulling her close.

"Who cares if he knows?" Selena retorted, her voice dripping with self-assurance. "He's such a complete romantic fool. Even if I got pregnant with your baby, he’d still marry me."

"Oh really? Then how about we make a baby?"

With that, Leo lifted Selena's wedding dress and reached inside.

Selena willingly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, repeatedly.

The swing beneath them swayed violently.

Selena's moans filled the entire estate.

I'd never known the always reserved and elegant Selena could be so utterly wild.

When they finished, Leo gripped Selena’s thigh.

"I can't believe you actually tattooed my tooth mark on your inner thigh!" he chuckled, his tone light and mocking.

Selena blushed, burying her face in his embrace.

"You bit me when you were sick back then. I just took it as proof of your love."

I forced down my disgust, recording their passionate video.

And suppressing the urge to beat them both senseless, I left the island.

A plan began to form in my mind.