Chapter 1

The night before my wedding, I was busy decorating our new home when I discovered something unexpected on our bed.

As I was arranging the bedroom, I noticed an unidentified stain on the sheets.

Someone else had been in our new marital home!

My mind went blank. I immediately video called my fiancé.

Surprisingly, he answered right away.

"The new bed is really soft. I've tested it out for you," said a sultry voice.

It was Jack's assistant, Rachel, who answered the call.

The woman smiled seductively and smugly.

Well then, I guess I don't want this man anymore.

"Where's Jack? Tell him to answer the phone," I demanded, momentarily stunned but quickly regaining my composure.

Rachel peered at my surroundings through the screen.

She smirked, "Oh, Miss Lily is in the new house."

"The new bed is really soft. I've tested it out for you," she purred.

I felt like the ground had disappeared beneath my feet, my mind going blank.

I glared at the woman on the screen, momentarily speechless.

Rachel's eyes swept over the bed behind me, her tone triumphant: "The groom is quite impressive too. I've tested him out for you as well."

Now I could see her surroundings clearly - she was in a hotel room.

I forced myself to stay calm, suppressing my rage.

I asked again, "Where is Jack?"

Rachel glanced off-screen theatrically, then feigned reluctance: "Mr. Wilson is working late, of course. He's very busy."

Then I heard that familiar voice.

"Rachel, come scrub my back."

At that moment, I felt paralyzed, my mouth opening and closing without a sound.

"You just want to trick me into the shower with you, you naughty boy," Rachel cooed.

As she spoke, she shot me a smug look, then abruptly ended the call.

I collapsed to the floor, overwhelmed by anger and heartbreak.

After who knows how long, I let out a bitter laugh and tossed the sheets into the trash.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my wedding day with Jack. While I was busy preparing our home, he was busy taking a romantic bath with his assistant.

I knew Rachel wanted to ruin my wedding. She had succeeded.

I sent Jack a message: "Jack, let's break up. The wedding is off."

I don't want a tainted new home, and I certainly don't want a tainted man.

I looked at the decorative figurines on the table - a bride and groom in traditional red kissing. I threw them in the trash too.

I smashed our framed wedding photos hanging on the wall.

I destroyed the wedding decorations I had painstakingly put up.

I sent messages to friends and family canceling the wedding, then turned off my phone and went home.

Once things quieted down, I forced myself not to dwell on the years I'd spent with that scumbag.

I drank myself into a stupor, seeking oblivion in alcohol.

The next morning, I was jolted awake by aggressive pounding on my door.

Jack and his groomsmen stood there in their suits, looking picture perfect.

The roses in Jack's hand were crushed and scattered. Seeing my clearly hungover state, he flew into a rage.

"Lily! Are you out of your mind?!"

He looked so ugly with his face contorted in anger. I actually found it a bit amusing.

My laughter seemed to infuriate Jack further. He violently threw down what remained of the bouquet and roared, "Do you know today is our wedding day?!"