Chapter 3

Mason shoved his phone in front of my eyes.

There was a new chat on it.

“This is so exciting and feels so damn good. My ex-girlfriend and I were right in the middle of it when her husband suddenly called, and it almost scared the hell out of me.”

“But my ex-girlfriend is seriously badass. She didn’t let him notice anything was wrong at all.”

“My ex-girlfriend was wearing a wedding dress and talking to her own husband on the phone while she was under me, and damn, that felt incredible, haha.”

Looking at that string of laughing emojis, I felt a wave of rage I could not hold back shoot straight to my head.

Chloe’s voice had sounded off for a split second just now.

I had not thought much of it at first.

But at this moment, this man with the username “Kyle Harding” was bragging in the group and describing the scene in real time, so I had no choice but to suspect it.

The female lead was Chloe, the woman who was about to marry me.

“Damn, bro, that’s insane.”

“I’m so jealous, man. Can you start a livestream?”

“So jealous, start a livestream and let us see. Good things are meant to be shared.”

In just a minute or two, the people in the group had already started egging him on.

No, I could not just sit there and wait.

Blind guessing was useless.

I had to confirm whether the woman cheating on the night before her wedding was Chloe or not.

Otherwise, tomorrow’s wedding could not happen.]

“Idiot, you’re just talking out of your ass, aren’t you?”

After I sent that sentence, the entire screen full of envy paused instantly.

I waited a little while.

“Kyle Harding” finally saw it.

“Bro, are you just bitter because you can’t have it?”

“I can understand if you’re jealous and resentful, but if you’re cursing me out, are you insane? It’s not like I fucked your wife!”

That one sentence hit me right where it hurt.

The person he might have fucked really could be my wife.

But it also might not be.

The reason I cursed at him was to confirm it.

On my end, I was gritting my teeth so hard that I bit red marks into my lip.

Mason finally realized something was wrong.

He looked at the line in the group that said, “Did I fuck your wife?”

Then he turned and looked at me.

“Shit, it’s not really your fiancée, is it…”

He did not dare keep going.

Then he quickly added:

“No, no way, Ethan. We must be overthinking it.”

“Whether or not it’s Chloe, we can just confirm it.”

My eyes were bloodshot, and I looked at him with something almost savage in my face.

Then I quickly lowered my head and started typing on the phone.

“Idiot, just because you say you’re fucking someone else’s wife, are we supposed to believe you?”

“I think you’re just bluffing, acting all by yourself, chasing attention, and enjoying praise from people who don’t know the truth. Is that fun?”

I needed to provoke him and make him reveal key proof.

And then.

Snap, he really threw a photo straight into the group.

“Idiot, see if I’m lying or not.”

I ignored his insults and quickly tapped the photo with my finger, enlarging it…