He Chose His Past, I Chose His Nemesis

The day before the wedding, I received a video of Greg Peterson, my fiancé, screwing his old flame. In the video, my fiancé said, "You're the one I've always loved, definitely not Ava Johnson." "Being with her is just fulfilling a family obligation. Marrying her is just bringing home a housekeeper." Without hesitation, I ditched my childhood sweetheart fiancé and turned around to marry his sworn enemy. ... "Ms. Johnson, are you satisfied with this video?" Watching the two pale bodies tangled together in the video, my stomach churned with nausea. Greg Peterson, who always looked so polite and refined in public, was secretly a wolf in sheep's clothing. Cheating on me the day before our wedding. "If Ms. Johnson isn't satisfied, as long as the price is right, I can get you any kind of content you want." I gagged slightly but didn't say anything, just quickly transferred the money. Soon after, I received numerous videos of Greg Peterson and Jessica Ryan hooking up. After saving the videos, I went home. As soon as I pushed the door open. A cake rigged above the doorway fell directly onto my head. Followed by a blast of party poppers and confetti right in my face. Shocked by the sudden turn of events, I stood frozen on the spot. The group in front of me burst into laughter. They were all Greg Peterson's worthless buddies; they always loved playing tricks on me, watching me make a fool of myself. "This is hilarious, she actually fell for it." "Look at her, she looks like a total clown." My face was covered in colorful streamers and frosting. The hairstyle I'd carefully prepared for tomorrow's wedding was ruined, and my clothes were a mess. Greg Peterson had his arm around Jessica Ryan, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "My baby is so smart, coming up with such a fun game. Feeling better now?" Jessica Ryan giggled loudly. She was even holding a water gun, spraying water onto my face. The frosting dripped down my body with the water. Soaked to the bone, I shivered in the cold draft blowing through the hall. Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a while, Greg nonchalantly wiped some frosting off my face with a tissue. "What, you're angry already? Can't take a little joke? Still think you're some high-society princess? Did you forget the Johnson family is washed up now?" "We're getting married tomorrow! This is the last bachelor party bash, everyone's just having fun. Don't be such a buzzkill. There'll be plenty more of this in the future, Ava, you need to learn to get used to it!" Greg and I grew up together, childhood sweethearts, you could say. Over the years, maybe I wasn't head-over-heels in love, but there were deep feelings, at least. Growing up, Greg was like a big brother, always protecting me. He carried my backpack to and from school, always shared his snacks with me. So when our families proposed the marriage alliance with the Petersons, I wasn't strongly opposed. I knew being born into a family like mine meant I came with a certain business value. Since I had to marry someone eventually, why not someone familiar, someone I had feelings for? But I never expected Greg Peterson's true colors to be this disgusting. I wiped the frosting off my face, gathered a handful, and without hesitation, slapped it right onto Greg's face. The frosting smeared all over his face too. Greg froze for a second. His buddies laughed even louder. "Damn, Greg, your future wife's got spunk! Quite the temper. You're gonna have your hands full once you actually marry her." "Hey, it was just a game, but Greg, you look pretty ridiculous like that. Let me get a picture." Greg hurriedly wiped the frosting off his face, pointing at me angrily. "Ava Johnson, do you know what you're doing? How dare you throw frosting at me!" 2 I didn't say anything. I just calmly wiped my frosting-covered hand clean on his clothes. "You said it yourself. It's just a game, a joke. Don't be such a buzzkill." My words made Greg look like he'd swallowed a fly. "So, only you get to joke around, and nobody else can joke back at you?" Greg's face turned red with anger, his eyes bulging. Finally, trying to save face, he said after a moment. "Ava Johnson, don't try any funny business with me!" "Let me tell you, if you really want to save Johnson Industries, you better start sucking up to me and do what I say. Otherwise, even if we get married, I won't let Peterson Corp invest a single dime in your family's company!" He quickly put on his arrogant airs again. "If it weren't for the fact that we grew up together, childhood sweethearts and all, do you think this position as Mrs. Peterson would ever go to you? Plenty of women want to marry me, Greg Peterson!" Greg pulled Jessica Ryan over, wrapping his arm around her right in front of me. Jessica looked at me blankly, said a couple of things, and then started sobbing. "Ava, you're so lucky, getting to marry the Peterson heir, and saving your family's failing company. You should be grateful to Greg." "Unlike me, I'll never get to marry Greg in this lifetime..." Greg immediately felt heartbroken, comforting Jessica before turning to scold me. "Ava Johnson, did you hear that? After we're married, you have to do the laundry, cook, clean the house every day to repay my kindness. Stop walking around with that long face, it's annoying." "Also, I have business dinners and socializing, I'll inevitably meet all sorts of people. Don't act like a crazy jealous bitch all the time." "Letting you be Mrs. Peterson is already doing you a huge favor. If I find out you've been bullying Jessica, don't blame me for being ruthless!" He went on and on. I just listened quietly. So, what he said in the video about marrying me to be a housekeeper was true. Maybe my unusual silence made him soften a bit, because he reluctantly added. "Of course, as long as you do all this, your Johnson family will get its benefits." But this sentence quickly made Jessica uncomfortable. She leaned against Greg, sobbing continuously. "Greg, after you get married, are you going to abandon me?" "Did your promise to be with me forever mean nothing?" "Maybe I should just leave tomorrow. Spare myself the pain of watching your wedding with Ava, and spare Ava the displeasure of seeing me." Greg immediately picked Jessica up and started comforting her, completely disregarding my presence. I couldn't hold back anymore, my face grim, I stepped in front of Greg and questioned him. "You're holding another woman right in front of me like this, Greg Peterson! Do you even see me as the woman you're about to marry?!" He pushed me away impatiently. I stumbled, lost my balance, and fell onto the leftover cake on the floor, looking even more pathetic. "Look at the state of you! You think you can compete with Jessica?" "Go clean yourself up first. Agreeing to this marriage alliance with your family was already a huge gift to you. Don't be ungrateful." The next second, he carried Jessica back into the bedroom. The others realized the drama had gone too far and quickly made excuses to leave. Finally, I slowly got up. The embarrassment and anger were gone from my face. I smiled faintly, brushing the dirt off my hands. You're acting so high and mighty now, Greg Peterson. Let's see if you'll be laughing in the end. Without the Johnson family's assets, let's see if you, Greg Peterson, can keep your position as the Peterson heir. 3 I went into the guest bathroom, showered off all the frosting, changed my clothes, and came out. Jessica and Greg were already making out on the sofa. The floor was a mess, and no one had cleaned it up. The fire inside me finally erupted. "Could you both please get out of my house!" Hearing my voice, Greg and Jessica finally separated. I could vaguely see Greg pulling his hand out from under Jessica's skirt. He cleared his throat twice, clearly not having heard what I just said. "Ava, you're out. Good, just clean up all this trash in the room and throw it out. This is supposed to be our marital home tomorrow, we can't have it looking like this." Jessica chimed in beside him. "Yeah, and get us something to eat. We haven't eaten all night, I'm getting hungry." I looked at him with a half-smile. He really was treating me like a maid. Living in my house like he owned the place, ordering me around. Up until now, I'd put up with it because of the planned marriage alliance. But since we were going to burn bridges tomorrow anyway, there wasn't much left to hold back for. Since he wanted the trash cleaned up, I grabbed a broom and started sweeping at Greg. His freshly changed pajamas immediately got covered in frosting. Jessica just stood there screaming. Her screaming annoyed me, so I grabbed another handful of cake from the floor and threw it at both of them. "My hair's full of frosting again! It's ruined!" "Ava Johnson, what are you doing?! Do you even know how to sweep?!" My expression didn't change, a hint of mockery in my voice. "I am sweeping the trash. Sweeping the trash out of my house. Can't you see these two huge pieces of trash right here, Greg?" Greg wasn't stupid; he understood exactly what I meant. His face darkened immediately. "What do you mean? You're calling me trash?" "Ava Johnson, I think you don't want Johnson Industries to survive! Without Peterson Corp's funding, your family's company won't make it through the winter." He saw me pause my actions and immediately regained his confidence. He still thought, like before, that I was just jealous and throwing a tantrum because of his relationship with Jessica. He just figured things had gone a bit too far today. Greg spoke slowly. "Alright, alright, I know some things went too far today. Don't throw a fit. Fine, I'll inject some extra capital into Johnson Industries later." "You know I hate it when you act like this. If you still want to marry me tomorrow, then behave..." Before he could finish his sentence. I threw his suitcase out the door. Along with all of Greg and Jessica's scattered belongings, everything was tossed out. While he stared in disbelief, I deleted his fingerprint and changed the code on the electronic door lock right in front of him. "This is my house, not a garbage dump. Trash belongs in the trash can. See yourselves out." As I was about to close the door, Greg grabbed my wrist, his face shocked. "You changed the code? You're kicking me out?" "We're not even married yet, and you're already pulling this princess act? Your Johnson family is practically bankrupt, do you still think you're part of the almighty Johnson Group of the past?" The more Greg spoke, the more confident he became, his face darkening as he waited for me to beg. "If you beg me right now, I can overlook this. Otherwise, don't blame me for embarrassing the Johnson family at the wedding tomorrow." I let out a cold laugh, yanked my hand free without a word, and slammed the door shut. I could hear him and Jessica talking outside. "Greg, Ava's just getting back at me. She's jealous of me. It's all my fault." "Ava Johnson, I didn't realize you were so petty and small-minded, picking on a young woman. You're nothing but a shrew!" "You just wait! I'll make you pay tomorrow!"

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