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My best friend kissed me at my sister's wedding, and my ex—now the groom—turned pale. This was my revenge script! I should be thrilled! But this wasn't the innocent peck we rehearsed—it was some French kiss, his t0ngue passionately tangling with mine! When he finally let me go, heavy breath on my nose, hot hands lingering too long on my bare back, I saw what burned in his eyes—something far beyond friendship, beyond our pretense! "So this is your secret to seducing all those women? Great acting!" I joked, trying our usual banter while hiding my racing heart. Right in this awkward moment, my parents appeared, asking about "our plans." Perfect timing! But his hand suddenly covered my mouth, gentle yet firm, showing that polite fake smile I knew so well. "The wedding venue is already booked," he said calmly. Pretty thorough planning, this guy. "She can choose any dress she likes. I'm paying," he continued. That...actually sounds nice. Wait, what am I thinking? "After marriage, we plan to have 3 children." WHAT?!!! That was NOT in my life plan! When I finally got to confront him alone, but only be backed against the wall by his chest, "We're friends! This is too—" "Mmmmm—" he kissed me again! But now there's no audience, no reason to perform. "F/ck friendship, I want to claim you. Not just once—I'll commit the sin of greed again and again until you're carrying my child." God, my body took that as seduction—and accepted.