Chapter 4

Dylan's buddies gathered not far away.

Drunk and loose-lipped, they said everything.

"Dylan's so lucky! Out there enjoying himself now, and tonight when he gets back together with Bella, he can keep enjoying!"

"Bella's personality is so easy to manipulate. Look at her—watching Dylan get seduced by a vixen without any reaction. She can really take it!"

"Dylan's born to enjoy life. Bros, work hard and learn from Dylan!"

Emma couldn't help but want to confront them.

I signaled her to stay quiet, recorded the video, and continued watching the show.

Good content should be shared with everyone.

Nathan video-called Dylan. The call was answered instantly.

Ambiguous sounds came from the other end.

Dylan, breathing heavily, joked:

"I'm treating my little vixen's illness. You guys want to watch the whole thing?"

Someone asked: "Dylan, aren't you coming back? The students are getting impatient."

Dylan said irritably: "What's the rush? Isn't Bella there? She'll think of reasons to explain for me."

"Right now I need to properly treat my little vixen's illness!"

I stepped forward and took a photo of their video call screen.

Several guys instantly froze in place.

Nathan quickly hid his phone behind his back, forcing out a smile.

"Bella..."

I interrupted him.

"There are five minutes left until the confession time. Shouldn't you all go find good positions to stand?"

Nathan scratched his head, laughing: "Bella, you're really underestimating Dylan!"

I rolled my eyes at them and pulled Emma away.

Nathan had no choice but to explain the situation to Dylan. Dylan was dismissive.

"Five minutes? Is she kidding?!"

Dylan scratched his head irritably. "You guys go over first. I'll be right there."

Dylan's fair-weather friends caught up with me and started making excuses again.

"Bella, you're the only one in his heart, but men, you know..."

Emma kicked the guy who was talking.

"Trash is trash. What excuses!"

I remained silent. Ten-plus years as childhood friends—Dylan had been excessively good to me.

If he hadn't come clean, I would never have discovered he had someone else.

To say I wasn't hurt would be a lie, but I was grateful—at least we weren't married yet.

As for the option he left me, I chose to flip the table.

The group arrived at the center of the field. It was already packed with people.

A man walked toward me.

I took the initiative to walk toward him and nestled into his arms.

The smiles on Dylan's buddies' faces completely froze. The guests below had varied expressions.

This confession wasn't for Dylan?!

On the other side, Dylan finished his last cigarette and got dressed.

Sophia was wrapped entirely in the blanket, mumbling discontentedly:

"Rushing, rushing, what's the rush! I haven't finished treatment yet..."

Dylan smiled and pinched the soft flesh on her body.

"Let me get through this formality, then I'll come back and continue the treatment."

He opened his phone. A flood of messages poured out.

Dylan paused slightly and clicked on the latest video Nathan had sent.

In the video, I wore a white dress, not the least bit disheveled. Instead, I was smiling—calm yet radiant.

I didn't walk down the rose path Dylan had laid out for me, didn't take the flower he'd casually shoved into my hands. Instead, I walked straight toward the front of the crowd.

Standing there was a tall, imposing man with an aura of cold intensity.