Chapter 3 AIDEN ARSENIOS POV

My bride got switched at the last moment.

The only thing I knew about her was her name: Seren Irez.

Now it’s Seren Aiden Arsenios.

When I saw her yesterday, she looked so beautiful that I couldn’t take my eyes off her—even though her face was hidden behind a veil. We took our vows, and then came the moment for the kiss. I lifted the veil and saw her face.

She closed her eyes as I leaned in.

I kissed her forehead.

We talked a little on the way home. She wasn’t arrogant, nor was she pretending to be overly sweet. I liked that about her.

That night, we slept in the same bed.

Well… nothing happened.

This morning, I woke up and saw she was already up. She had freshened up and was heading to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I got out of bed and went for a shower. But when I came out, I saw something… unexpected.

Seren was in the room—with another woman.

Before I could say anything, the woman locked the door and started walking toward my wife.

For a moment, I thought—

> Is this… a lesbian scene?

Wait.

That’s my wife.

Oh god.

Noooo, that's not happening, is it?

Am I getting cheated on the first day of marriage?

And with a woman?!

The woman made Seren sit on the bed and then knelt down in front of her.

Seren looked sad. And completely silent.

Then the woman said in a low, serious voice,

“Seren, start explaining.”.

To my absolute shock, Seren actually started explaining. What in the actual hell is happening here?

After a few minutes of listening in stunned silence, I figured it out.

That woman is her sister. Not blood-related—but still, her sister.

Also… she’s my ex-fiancée.Or rather—my original bride.

And to top it all off?

If I don’t pass her test, I’m getting divorced.

On the first day.

Nope. Nope nope. I’m not letting that happen.

If I get divorced now, those two will never let me live it down. They’ll tease me to death. And honestly? I think I’m already half-dead from shock.

I got dressed as I was standing there, listening to them—only a towel wrapped around my waist. The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, hitting the mirror, and for a second I looked at myself.

Tall—6'2 to be exact—broad shoulders, toned muscles, perfectly sculpted eight-pack, tousled dark hair falling slightly over my forehead, piercing grey eyes, and a sharp jawline that could probably cut glass. I had that whole brooding rich CEO look going for me, even on lazy days.

Today, I chose a fitted black shirt, sleeves slightly rolled up to show my forearms, tucked neatly into ash-grey trousers. A classic black leather belt and matching loafers completed the look. I sprayed my usual smoky-woody cologne—clean, commanding, and faintly addictive. Just enough to leave a trace in every room I entered.

With one final glance in the mirror, I headed downstairs.

They were at the dining table, laughing. Together. My wife and her sister—looking like best friends on a brunch date while I was losing sleep upstairs over what was even happening in my marriage.

“Good morning, wifey,” I said with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Aiden,” she replied.

She just called me by my name. It was the first time she’d said it with such softness. It hit differently—like a sip of warm tea on a freezing day.

I turned toward the other woman. “Who is she?”

“My sister,” Seren answered.

I smiled politely and nodded. “Oh! Hello, Sister-in-law.”

I don’t even know why I said that in such a sweet voice. I don’t speak that politely to my own parents.

“No need to call me that. I haven’t accepted you as my brother-in-law yet,” she snapped back without missing a beat.

Uhhh… okay then. That was cold.

“You,” she pointed her fork at me. “Come to the living room after breakfast.”

Then she stood up and walked away with my wife—who, by the way, didn’t say a single thing to defend me.

Poor me.

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After breakfast, I headed to the living room. Seren and her terrifying sister were sitting on the sofa like two queens waiting for a jester to entertain them.

“Mr. Aiden Arsenios,” she addressed me like she was taking attendance in court.

My wife, where did you even find this demon?

“Yes?” I replied, keeping my expression neutral.

“Walk,” she ordered.

“…What?”

“Walk. I want to see if you can walk properly.”

“Okay…” I took a few steps back, then walked forward like I was on a runway. This was getting bizarre. Didn’t she see me walk earlier?

She squinted and inspected me from head to toe, then nodded in approval.

“Okay, not bad. You have good looks and a decent sense of style,” she muttered to herself.

I sat down on a sofa, trying to preserve what was left of my dignity.

She leaned forward like she was about to conduct a job interview.

“Mr. Aiden, can you cook?”

“Yes.”

“Can you do house chores?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. What work do you do?”

“I’m the CEO of AN Company.”

“What does AN stand for?”

“Aiden. ‘A’ from my name, and ‘N’ from the last letter.”

“How much do you earn?”

“Enough to feed three generations and still make my wife happy.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Do you have any girlfriends or one-night stands?”

“No. I haven’t even touched a woman inappropriately my entire life.”

“Are you gay?”

“No. Just because I avoid women doesn’t mean I like men.”

“Do you go to the gym or something?”

“Yes. It’s part of my daily routine.”

Her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop.

“Do you have abs?”

“Yes. Eight-pack.”

She clapped her hands once and grinned like she won the lottery.

“Just excellent. You’ll satisfy my sister.”

I was tired.

It seriously felt like I’d just gone through a full corporate job interview—with a bonus physical test included. Still, I kept my posture clear and steady, trying not to let the exhaustion show on my face.

Then finally, the words I’d been waiting for dropped like music to my ears.

“I finally accept you as my brother-in-law. I’ll call you Brother Aiden from now on,” she said excitedly, her previous coldness gone like it had never existed.

Thank. God.

“Thank you, Sister-in-law,” I replied with as much gratitude as I could muster. I honestly meant it. That approval? Hard-won.

Then I heard laughter—light, warm, and all too beautiful.

My wife. Seren.

“Aiden,” she said between giggles, “you’re lucky my other sister isn’t here. If she found out you married me, you’d probably have a gun to your head and be on your knees begging for mercy.”

Sister-in-law snorted, half-laughing, half-sighing. “Yeah, if she were here…”

But then her tone dropped. The light in her eyes dimmed. “Well, whatever. I’m going for now.” She stood up, fixing her jacket. “Aiden, take care of Seren. Protect her with your life.”

There was no teasing in her voice this time. Just a quiet sincerity.

“I will, Sister-in-law,” I promised without hesitation.

She gave us a small smile and left the room.

I turned to Seren, concern creeping into my voice. “What happened to her just now? She looked... sad when you mentioned your other sister.”

Seren’s playful smile vanished. A shadow passed over her expression.

“She’s not here anymore,” she said quietly. “She’s missing.”

I froze. “Missing?”

“If you ever come across a woman with red, marble-like eyes, take a photo immediately and send it to us. But—” she looked at me sharply, seriously—“don’t ever ask anyone about her. And don’t talk about her to anyone.”

Her warning sent a shiver down my spine.

I nodded slowly. “I understand…”

But one more question burned in the back of my mind. “Well... why did your sister run away from the wedding?”

Seren’s lips curled slightly, a bittersweet smile playing on them.

“She swore to my other sister that she would only marry when she will. And since... she’s missing… she planned to stay unmarried forever.”

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