Entangled Hearts: The CEO is my baby daddy

Anna's pov Roses are Red, violets are blue My best friend,Jack, is getting married to someone who isn't me. The wedding scene was straight out of a fairy tale - exactly what Jack had always dreamed of. Laughter and music filled the air, and alcohol was flowing like water. But I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as I watched him exchange the vows with his bride. It was like a slap in the face, seeing him so happy with someone else. He looked dashing in his tailored tuxedo, his confidence and joy radiating from every angle. His bride, Mary, on the other hand, was absolutely breathtaking in her stunning white gown - the same dress I had helped her pick out. And she looked even more beautiful in it than I had imagined - and certainly more stunning than I could have ever hoped to look myself. I remembered the day we went shopping, her trying on dress after dress, and me helping her narrow down the choices. And now, here she was, looking radiant wearing 'our' dress, marrying the love of my life. I'll admit, I felt a twinge of resentment and jealousy towards her from the moment Jack introduced us. And Mary also appeared to feel the same way. But,Jack? He remained clueless , too caught up in his own happiness to notice the tension between Mary and I. Back then, I pushed my feelings deep down and threw myself into my work, convincing myself that their relationship was just another one of Jack's flings. I was confident that he would eventually get tired of her and come crawling back to me, just like he always had in the past. Looking back, I realize how delusional I was. But at the time, I genuinely believed it. I thought our history, our connection, would be enough to make jack love me. Little did I know, Mary was different. And Jack's heart was already slipping through my fingers. No!, I wasn't too confident infact I actually had every reason to believe that Jack would end up with me. Cause after my parents passed away, his family took me in and raised me as their own. And since Jack and I grew up inseparable, sharing every secret, dream, and struggle. I gave him my whole heart, and I thought our connection was unbreakable. We were more than just best friends - we were each other's rock. Plus, his mom had always dropped hints that she wanted us to be together. She'd make comments like, 'You two are meant to be' or 'You're perfect for each other.' I know she didn't mean to, but she fueled my hope that we'd eventually become more than friends. I thought our love was destiny, and I couldn't imagine a future without him by my side. Maybe I was naive but back then I truly believed we were meant to be. But I was dead wrong. Mary and jack's relationship wasn't just a fling.And now, here I was, sitting in the crowd, watching them tie the knot. It hit me hard - Jack would never see me as more than his little sister and best friend. To make matters worse, His parents? They're over the moon, with no clue about my broken heart. I get it, though. She's amazing. Her fashion brand is killing it, even if her trust fund is backing it. And she's gorgeous - young, curvy, and glowing. But it's more than that. She's got this energy, this charm that draws people in. Meanwhile on the other hand. I've always felt like a total nobody. I'm awkward, shy, and I've spent years hiding behind my glasses and frizzy hair. And to make matters worse, I just got fired from my assistant designer job after four years of getting no credit for my efforts. I mean, it's like I was invisible. I'm still trying to process it all, but honestly, it feels like a punch to the gut. I keep thinking, 'What's wrong with me?' I'm just so... forgettable. And then I see her, and it's like she's the exact opposite. She's this stunning, vibrant person who lights up the room. Everyone can't help but notice her, and I'm just... me. I was on the verge of shattering into a million pieces as I witnessed their final kiss. But I refused to let my emotions get the better of me. I refused to be a homewrecker so I stood up, my legs trembling, and made a quiet exit. Jack himself gave me a blank look,I couldn't tell what he felt at the moment. Meanwhile, the guests were all whispering and staring at me. I wondered what they were thinking. 'Poor girl, got dumped'? 'Crazy sister, can't let go'? I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of here. And as I walked away from the wedding, a wave of sadness washed over me. I felt lost and alone, wandering aimlessly through the streets of New York City. Usually, the city was a vibrant, bustling place, but today it just seemed gray and empty, mirroring my mood. All I could think about was Jack. My mind was consumed by him, and I couldn't shake the feeling of heartbreak. It was like I was drowning in my feelings. And when the dam of my feelings broke I collapsed I let my glasses slip off my face, and the world around me became a blur. I didn't care about the curious glances from passersby; I just let the pain pour out of me. It was like a dam had burst, and I couldn't hold back my emotions anymore. I cried for what felt like hours, my body wracked with sobs. People stared as they walked but I just cried and cried, feeling like I was never going to be okay again.The city around me faded into the background, and all that was left was my own heartache. When I finally managed to pull myself together, I realized over an hour had passed. I checked my phone and saw a bunch of missed calls from Jack's mom and other relatives, but nothing from Jack himself. That stung. My heart felt even heavier, and the thought of going home and facing everyone was unbearable. I'd have to explain my leaving and deal with their questions. To make matters worse, I'd just lost my job, so there was nothing to take my mind off things. That's when the neon light of a bar nearby attracted me. I felt a wave of regret wash over me - I'd put my life on hold, waiting for Jack to notice me. I'd never really lived, never had any real experiences. I'd never even kissed anyone, never had a real relationship. And at 25, I was still a virgin. It's crazy, I'd saved myself for someone who didn't even want me. It was like I'd been sleepwalking through life, hoping that being with Jack someday would somehow make it all worth it. But now, I realized that was a huge mistake. Why had i gave myself false hope that jack would notice me someday ? Why had I buried myself in school and work, waiting for someone else to make me happy? I should have been out there living, having fun, making mistakes... not waiting for some guy to notice me. But now, with nothing to lose, I felt a sense of freedom. I could walk into that bar, drown my sorrows, and forget jack. For once,I didn't care about my appearance - my glasses, frizzy hair, and ugly dress.And for the first time, I felt free to do as I pleased.. And that's what I did, I walked towards the bar and the moment I stepped in. Like a cat amongst the pigeons, I stood out like a sore thumb. people stared at me with curious gazes. Nervously, I took a seat at the counter. Everything was new and exciting, and I was eager to explore. I looked around, taking it all in - the lights, the music, the people. It was like a whole new world had opened up to me. That's when I saw him - and my heart skipped a beat. He was sitting all alone, his eyes fixed on me. His face was chiseled with a sharp jawline. His hair was dark and messy, framing his face in a way that suited him But it was his eyes that really got me - those stunning emerald green eyes that sparkled as we made eye contact. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, and his soft smile only made it worse. I knew then that I was a goner. The bartender's voice broke the spell, "What can I get ye, lass?" I couldn't think of anything,so I just replied, "S-something strong, please." The bartender gave me a nod, and soon, a glass of whiskey appeared before me. I downed it in one gulp, feeling the liquid fire burn down my throat. It was my first time tasting alcohol, and I wasn't prepared for the shock. As I struggled to catch my breath, I felt his eyes still on me, watching me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. But I wasn't done yet. I needed to numb the pain. "More," I croaked. The bartender raised an eyebrow, but he still answered. And so it went, drink after drink, with a single thought driving me - to forget everything "Care to drown those sorrows in my company, beautiful?" I spat out the whiskey in my mouth, shocked by his sudden presence.My eyes widened, and I turned to face the stranger sitting beside me,my heart racing.