When Y/N Y/L/N's famous author brother is to be married to his publisher's sister, Wanda Maximoff, Y/N tries to go along with everything as usual in hopes of it ending as quickly possible.
But when Wanda begins to take a liking to the wrong Y/L/N...
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I'd never experienced a breakup or heartbreak before. I'd read about it, I'd written about, I'd even witnessed it. But none of that prepared me for experiencing it.
It had only been a week since I broke things off with Wanda, but it was a week of pure agony. If I wasn't dreaming of her, I was thinking of her. And if none of that, I'd be hearing about her from my family in regards to the wedding.
I knew when leaving her that I could never truly escape her. She'd be a permanent addition to my life – she'd be my sister-in-law. And I knew that, I really did. But I underestimated how easy it would be to handle that whilst getting over her. I mean, would I get over her? Could I get over her? I wasn't sure. I just wished God would spare me some heartache by making this whole thing easier than it was.
There was one time when she came over to our house for lunch, per my mother's invite. I wasn't looking forward to it, and for good reason, too. Our conversations were full of civil pleasantries and polite small talk and that was it. It hurt, it hurt so bloody much, but it was necessary. Because if we tried anything more, I knew I'd fall right back into her.
So, that was how we spent the pre-lunch, then I headed into the kitchen with my mum, Iryna and Pietro to help bring the food out into the garden and tried not to think about how much more I'd have to endure of the day.
"Can you go and get your brother and Wanda?" my mum asked when we finished bringing the food out.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Sure."
Reluctantly heading back to the living room where we left them, I opened the door and definitely didn't expect to find them both lip-locked. As soon as I opened the door, they pulled apart and I avoided their gaze, swallowing down the discomfort I felt.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," I said, feeling their eyes on me. "I– lunch is ready. Mum is waiting outside."
"We'll be out," Y/B/N said with a hint of humour in his voice, clearly not as affected by me interrupting as Wanda was. "Thanks."
I nodded and spun around, almost walking into the doorframe as I attempted to leave quickly. It shouldn't have been surprising that they were kissing – they were literally getting married. And Wanda wasn't mine anymore. I had no right to feel this way.
Heading outside, I took a seat between my mother and Pietro and tried not to fidget. Iryna and my mum were talking about something as Pietro subtly broke into some bread without catching his mum's attention. Then Y/B/N and Wanda came outside and took their seats, the brunette opposite me around the circular table and staring a hole into my face.
"Shoot, I forgot the serving bowls and spoons for dessert," my mum realised, before looking to me. "Y/N, do you mind?"
Knowing I didn't really have a choice, I nodded and pushed my chair out. But then Wanda did the same and I knew she was about to offer to help.
