I Have Three Brides, and One Will Kill Me

The night before my engagement, my billionaire grandfather asked me to pick from the three women raised to be mine.

Bernice Dombey was my childhood dream. Everyone assumed she’d be the perfect wife for me.

But I looked past her. Geraldine Godwin—my aunt—was outside the room, squatting on the floor and poking at a cat.

In my past life, I didn’t hesitate to marry Bernice.

By day, she played the perfect wife.

But by night, she cried herself to sleep.

I didn’t know why until one day, in her second trimester, I saw her blushing like a teenager secretly having an affair with Phineas Yates—our…