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A Broken Heart Is a Dead Heart

Days before his wedding, a man stumbles upon a shocking social media post warning a local groom about his fiancée’s betrayal. What begins as idle curiosity turns into a nightmare when he recognizes the woman in the video. Bearing the luxury bracelet he gifted her only a day prior, she tearfully confesses her love to an old flame. This modern mystery explores the devastating impact of infidelity as the protagonist realizes his entire relationship was a lie.
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Chapter 3

"It's normal to unwind a bit before bed. The guest room is always kept tidy, so I'm sure Mr. Cole won't mind spreading a bedsheet himself, right?" I said indifferently.

Adrian immediately put on a gentle expression. "Don't be angry, Soph. It's perfectly normal for men to smoke. I'm the one who interrupted your evening."

Sophia glared at me, then guided Adrian toward the guest room, whispering something into his ear as they walked. Occasionally, flirtatious laughter drifted from inside the room as she busily moved in and out.

I didn't care enough to get involved. Instead, I wondered whether to open another bottle of whiskey to enjoy with my fresh stash of cigars. Deciding it was worth it, I headed to the study to retrieve another treasured bottle.

Just as I was immersed in choosing my whiskey, a sudden scream pierced the silence from the master bedroom.

Curious, I walked over to see what was going on. But the moment I reached the doorway, Sophia shoved me hard.

"Lucas, were you raised without manners?"

I never imagined that she would hurt me physically, so I wasn't on guard.

My head slammed sharply against the doorframe, sending a stabbing pain through my skull. My vision blurred for a moment.

Adrian just stood beside Sophia, acting magnanimous. "Sophia, don't get upset. It was my fault. I just slipped accidentally."

"Don't make excuses for him! Lucas, if you have a problem, speak up clearly. There's no need for childish pranks.

"You knew Adrian was going to use the bathroom, so why did you intentionally leave the floor wet?"

The throbbing pain made my voice rise in frustration. "Sophia, did you actually see me wet the floor yourself?"

She took this as me making excuses. "Still not admitting it? I said Adrian was going to use the bathtub, and you went in and out hurriedly.

"Who else could it have been? Apologize immediately, or I'm taking him to a hotel."

The absurd accusation made me scoff bitterly. "What about you? Did you forget you ran out of the bathroom, soaking wet, just to take a phone call?"

My words triggered Sophia's memory, yet she stubbornly held onto her stance. "Then, you should've cleaned it up instead of... Wait, you're bleeding."

When I felt something sticky between my fingers, I looked down and saw blood trickling down my arm.

Sophia stepped closer to inspect my injury, but Adrian suddenly groaned in exaggerated pain. "My ankle really hurts, Soph. I might've broken it. It hurts so much..."

She halted her step toward me immediately and then gently helped Adrian to his feet. "Don't worry; we'll head to the hospital right away."

As they left, Adrian glanced back, a fleeting smirk of triumph in his eyes.

...

At the emergency room, as the doctor stitched my wound, I coincidentally ran into Sophia, who was helping Adrian out of an examination room. Perhaps feeling a hint of guilt, she approached the doctor to ask about my condition.

"Is he seriously hurt?"

Upon learning she was my fiancee, the doctor replied, "It's nothing major. He just had two stitches. Keep it dry, and it'll heal quickly."

Sophia was about to speak further when Adrian interrupted, "It's all my fault. If Soph hadn't been worried about me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Let me apologize on her behalf."

At that moment, my wound, stitched without anesthesia, throbbed unbearably, and cold sweat dripped down my face. Adrian's words only ignited my anger further. "Get out!" I growled.

He looked momentarily stunned, then turned to Sophia with an awkward expression.

"Adie kindly apologized. And this is how you react? Apologize to him now."

When I shut my eyes and refused to respond, Sophia's face darkened further.

"Lucas, I'm talking to you! Stop pretending! Adie nearly broke his ankle and toughed it out, and you're making a scene over just a couple of stitches with anesthetic. Why are you acting like the victim now?"

The doctor, unable to hold back any longer, turned to them after bandaging my wound. "Are you unaware he's allergic to anesthesia? He just endured stitches without any of it.

"That kind of pain is tough to go through. You're getting married, but you didn't even know that?"