Chapter 1

• "Ahh ...... Baby, you're amazing, you suck me so good ...."
• George had just returned home from a business trip and as soon as he entered the house he saw men's suit trousers strewn all over the floor, women's lace lingerie and high heels flying off the floor, which he instantly recognised as his fiancée's lingerie, a set that she had once worn in front of him as a way of seducing him into becoming obsessed with her.
• George felt a surge of anger rising in the bottom of his heart, he couldn't believe that the woman who usually claimed born to marry him could do something so underhand behind his back, George did everything he could to control himself from rushing in and hacking the man to death, he switched on his mobile phone and slowly walked towards the half-open door of the room, the woman's eager panting and the man's ragged breathing became clearer and clearer, and when he peered in through the cracks, the scene in front of him was unappealing to the eye.
• Two naked bodies were being tightly entangled on the bed, the woman's legs were deadlocked around the man's lean waist, while she kept shouting at the man on top to go faster, "Ah, honey, oh no, sister-in-law, tell me, whose cock can make you feel better, mine or my brother's!" The man on top of her clutched the woman's chin tightly, forcing her to answer.
• "Oh husband~ naturally you, your brother, heh, he's busy with work all day, he's completely unemotional, even if we are married, I still want you, ah~" the woman underneath her screamed out a fawning sound, her hands tightly gripping the bedsheets underneath her.
• George, who was outside the door, recorded the scene with his mobile phone, and when he heard the familiar voice, he couldn't control himself any longer, he didn't realise that it was his own brother who had betrayed him!
• George kicked the door of the room open with a bang, the man and woman in the room immediately separated, the woman hastily covered herself with the quilt, when they realised that the visitor was George, both of them showed shocked expressions, "George! Why are you here, didn't you tell me you weren't coming back until tomorrow?"
• George stared at his fiancée with red dead eyes, he had wanted to surprise her, so he told her he wouldn't be back until tomorrow, who knew she had a surprise for him too, good for him!
• "Brother, brother listen to me explain, it's all because she seduced me!" The man on the bed was naked and trembling, George could not hold back any longer, an arrow step forward to beat his cousin madly .......
• George
• The preparations for the wedding were the cause of so many trips, or so my fiancee said. But that was ruled out when I held the evidence of her betrayal in my hands. Photographs of her in various compromising situations with the last person I would have imagined. Zac Russell, my cousin.
• Rage made me throw things from my desk onto the floor. Filled with fury for not realizing it sooner.
• Her infidelity pisses me off because I once loved her, ready to start a family with her after the three-year relationship we had. But the shameless woman downstairs continues to boast that she will be George Castelo's wife in a week, while she slept with my cousin during that time.
• "What will you do now?" Gregory, my brother, asked. "The reason for marrying was also to receive our parents' inheritance. I have mine, but if you don't get married within the stipulated time and have a child, it will take longer for you to get your share."
• "I'll figure it out," I said, taking the last sip from my glass. I walked downstairs with my head held high, there was no reason for me to feel bad. I was the one who looked like an idiot, but she would be the one to lose everything she boasts about having when she says her desired "yes" at the altar.
• I looked at her with a smile, as I always did when she was recounting how I proposed. Although she always exaggerated and didn't mention that I just gave her the ring during a family dinner. For her, everything had to be spectacular and envied.
• She greeted me from a distance, blew me a kiss, acting like the love-struck woman she always claimed to be, and everyone sighed in unison at the sight of "the perfect couple."
• I walked past her without saying a word. Firmly believing that revenge is a dish best served cold, I headed to the usual bar. This time alone, my friends had too many things to do, and the matter of her father had him just as bad or worse than me. I didn't want to appear as a poor, desolate man, so I ordered the most expensive bottle of whiskey in the place and engaged in a conversation with my lawyer, instructing him to break the partnership agreement with that traitor. I wasn't going to sign anything when he claimed to be loyal to his blood and yet was capable of mocking me.
• By midnight, I had more alcohol in my body than ever before. I used to do this, but this time I hadn't brought a driver, and I was aware that I could die in an accident. I looked at my keys and concluded that I wouldn't be foolish enough to drive in that state.
• I could pay someone to take me home, but they wouldn't be trustworthy. Being an easy target for thieves while drunk was a possibility.
• I hailed a taxi and told the driver my address. My head was spinning, I was angry, and I felt nauseous. It was a complete disaster.
• I told the taxi driver to stop when I couldn't hold back the vomit. The alcohol had my stomach burning, so getting rid of all the contents of my intestines was a relief. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, took a sip of water to get rid of the bad taste, until someone deliberately bumped into me.
• My drunken instability prevented me from seeing her in time, and she fell onto me with a blow to my chest that I couldn't stop.
• The tangle of fabric fell on my face, preventing me from seeing clearly. I saw her, but I couldn't comprehend what compelled me to keep looking at her, even touching her face. In an instant, she pushed me away, getting up quickly.
• Her face with soft features, thin and rosy lips gave me an image that I thought was a hallucination because of the white fabric she was wearing. Her touch burned on my skin, her mouth moved, but I didn't understand what she said. The strands of hair smelled like mud, and when I realized it, I had closed my eyes, hoping she would disappear.
• "I'm sorry... are you okay?" she asked, touching my cheeks. "You're drunk, that explains it."
• She stood up straight quickly, telling the taxi driver to take her with him, offering a couple of bills, but he agreed to do it without any payment when he saw her dirty appearance.
• I sat back down, trying not to look at her anymore as we approached my house. I couldn't see clearly, but I recognized my property and that road led to where I wanted to go.
• "Can I take you to a cheap hotel? You can spend the night there if you want, or is there somewhere else you want to go?" the man asked as I wiped my nose and took out some bills to pay for the ride.
• "I don't think anyone wants me around," said the brown-haired, brown-eyed girl. "I ran away from my wedding, and I'm sure they must be looking for me everywhere, but not to give me a place to rest."
• "I hate weddings," I said, getting out of the vehicle. They both looked at me. "I will hate them in this life and all lives to come."
• "Do you live here?" he asked, getting out as well.
• "That's what I want to believe," I replied, taking out the keys. She looked around, making sure of something, while I was trying to insert the key into the lock.
• "If you let me stay, I'll clean your pool," she offered.
• "I pay someone to do that," I declined.
• "I'll make you breakfast and leave before you wake up," she insisted.
• "No."
• "Miss, if you want me to take you..."
• "One minute, please," she turned to me again.
• "If you give me that dress, you can stay, and I'll give you breakfast," I reconsidered.
• "My dress?" she looked at herself. "What... what will I wear? Give me a hundred dollars for it," her counterproposal took me by surprise, but I didn't refuse.
• "Deal," I rummaged in my pocket.
• "Are you serious? Have you seen how worn out it is?"
• "I don't want it to wear it," I handed her the bill. She took it almost horrified. She helped me enter and followed me, thanking the man who brought her before. "Sleep wherever you want, but if you steal something, I have cameras, and I will search for you until I find you," I said in the midst of my drunkenness.
• "Grumpy," she muttered. I half-turned to look at her, but I couldn't distinguish anything else in the darkness.
• I ignored her and went to sleep, activating the anti-theft security system I had in my house. I didn't think about anything; I was just a drunkard who needed to fall into a bed. Even if it meant dying at the hands of a crazy woman dressed as a bride.