My Fiance Cheated on Me With His Childhood Friend in Public

During their joint bachelor party, Suzie’s world shatters when a game of Truth or Dare turns into public betrayal. Her fiance, Harry Cole, is dared to sleep with his childhood friend, Joanna. Despite Suzie's pleas to choose Truth, Joanna mocks her while Harry demands a final night of freedom. Abandoning his bride-to-be, Harry pins Joanna down as his friends cheer. Witnessing this blatant infidelity, Suzie realizes their future together is officially over.

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Chapter 2

Once I got home, I headed back to my bedroom to get changed just as Harry tiptoed out of it. Seeing that I was soaked through, a pained expression flashed across his face, and he grabbed a towel to dry my hair.

“What are you doing to yourself? You’re a grown woman. You shouldn’t act like this just because you’re mad at me.”

I recalled that he had just slept with Joanna and avoided his hands. “Don’t touch me. You disgust me!”

Our eyes met, and I stared at him in silence. Then, I smelled Joanna’s favorite rose fragrance coming from him. Repugnance instantly filled my mind and flipped my stomach. I shoved him out of the way to get to the toilet and puke my guts out.

When I came out, Harry was standing near the doorway with a sneer on his face.

“Do I disgust you that much, Suzie?”

I wiped my mouth and eyed him coldly.

“Yes, you gross me out!”

He grabbed my throat in response and glared at me with a snarl.

“I treated you way too nicely if you think you can control what I do or speak as you please!”

I looked away, refusing him access to me, which only fed his anger. My thin, wet shirt was suddenly tugged at and ripped away, startling me into covering my chest.

Harry was quick to mock my modesty. “We’re about to get married. Drop your prudish act!”

He then slammed my back against the door and, without any preparation, started forcing himself on me.

I trembled in excruciating pain, but Harry refused to stop.

It was plain torture.

Once it was over, I was so weak and spent that I could barely stand. Harry carried me in his arms and put me on the couch when the bedroom door opened. Joanna stepped out wearing my pajamas.

Seeing me naked, anger flickered in her eyes.

“What are you waiting for, Harry? You helped me wash up this evening after we were done. Why don’t you do the same for Suzie too?”

Harry lit a cigarette and looked at the mess he had made of me.

“Alright, Joanna. Help Suzie wash up!”

I shoved Joanna away when she reached out to me. I went to the bathroom by myself, enduring the pain in my body. Harry had been careless and rough with me; I was covered with blotches of green and purple bruises. They looked horrific.

I stared at my pale and gloomy reflection with an aching heart.

By the time I finished showering and came out, the dining table was filled with food that Joanna had prepared. She was wearing a low-cut dress with thin straps, which emphasized her large bosom. There was no hiding the desire from Harry’s eyes.

When Joanna saw me, she kept up the nice act and greeted me warmly.

“Done cleaning up? Come over and dine with us, Suzie. I asked Harry about your tastes and made these shrimps you like!”

I tried to ignore her and headed to my bedroom; however, Harry grabbed my hand so roughly that I could not help wincing in pain.

“What are you doing? Were you not taught any manners? Joanna cooked for you, so you should try and eat it all, even if you’re not hungry.”

He pulled me toward a chair, and I followed in a tired and mechanical motion.

Joanna picked up a ladle and served us some mushroom soup, acting like the lady of the house I owned.

Strangely enough, Harry, who did not like being disturbed while he dined, allowed Joanna to do whatever she wished.

I finished my food quickly and went back to my bedroom.

This time, no one stopped me.

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I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk. Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantly—Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris. I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them. My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown. I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy. But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sister’s number to tell her she’d have to find someone else to bleed for her.

Horror Modern Romance

9.1

He Saved His Old Flame. I Erased Myself

9.1

Caught in a violent Manhattan ambush, a pregnant woman pleads for her husband Adrian Moretti’s help. Instead of responding, the mafia head prioritizes his former flame, Evelyn Langdon, leaving his wife to lose their baby alone. After discovering Adrian gifted her anniversary necklace to Evelyn, the grieving survivor refuses to remain a victim. She contacts Professor Clark to activate the Black Ice Protocol, a classified move to erase her identity and disappear from the world.

Action Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

9.3

Lost Heiress of the Belfort Brothers

9.3

"Adrian, why would you lie to me? Why would you let her push my mum like that?" Yvonne's voice trembled, holding back tears. Adrian smirked. "Wake up, Yvonne. You really thought I wanted you when Tricia was right here?" That was how Adrian-her first crush, the boy she thought cared-chose to humiliate her in front of everyone as she was the cleaner's adopted daughter. But fate had other plans. Because the Diamond Belfort brothers-the heirs everyone adored were coming to their school in search of their missing heiress- baby sister. But the queen bee steals the chance that should have been hers. Then again, secrets don't stay buried forever. With her true identity waiting to explode, Yvonne must decide to rise from the ashes, claim her place, and bring down everyone who tried to destroy her. Because the real heiress doesn't beg. She takes rather. Now, Yvonne is done playing small. It's her time to rise, reclaim her crown, and make everyone regret ever doubting her.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

8.6

My Guardian's Fall, My Empire Rises

8.6

For a decade, I harbored a secret love for Ethan Hayes, the guardian who took me in after my family shattered. He was my whole world. On my eighteenth birthday, I finally confessed—and he exploded in fury, sweeping my cake to the floor and shredding the painting I'd spent a year creating for him. Days later, he brought home his fiancée, Chloe. The man who promised to wait for me, who called me his brightest star, was gone. My love had only burned me. Now, clutching my NYU acceptance letter, I know I must leave. I dial my father's number and tell him I'm coming to New York.

Modern Romance Young Adult

8.7

Rooming with the Enemy

8.7

Desperate for shelter, Maya is forced to share a home with three male roommates, including Calix Russo, an arrogant billionaire swimmer who despises her. But when his toxic ex-girlfriend threatens Maya's future, they forge a risky pact to fake a relationship. Behind closed doors, their forced closeness ignites a breathless, real addiction. As a dark betrayal looms, Calix must decide whether to protect his family's massive empire or save the one woman who has nothing.

Billionaire Modern Romance Young Adult

8.3

Stalked By The Mad Dog Nephew

8.3

For years, I played the role of the fragile, fading wife in the Garrison dynasty, a "little doll" who looked like she’d break if the wind blew too hard. My husband, Augustus, treated me like a piece of inconvenient furniture, while his volatile nephew, Brandon, stalked me like a predator in the shadows. Everything shattered during a family brunch when Augustus’s mistress, Gilda, lounged in his shirt and announced she was pregnant with the Garrison heir. Instead of hiding his shame, my husband beamed with pride and slid a thick manila envelope across the table in front of his gloating parents. "We need to make room for the family, Avery," he said coldly, "and you’re barren." His mother laughed, calling me a "worthless asset" who provided no value to the lineage. They offered me fifty million dollars to disappear—a pathetic pittance for a man worth over four billion. I let a single, perfect tear fall, playing the part of the defeated, broken woman they all expected me to be. They didn't see the cold calculation behind my watery eyes or know that I had spent three years documenting every illegal insider trade and offshore account Augustus owned. I didn't just sign the papers; I walked into the final settlement meeting in a sharp black suit and shredded their offer in front of their faces. I demanded two billion dollars in cash and controlling voting shares, threatening to hand the SEC the evidence that would send Augustus to federal prison for life. As he lunged at me in a blind rage, realization dawning that he had underestimated me, I leaned in and whispered the final blow. I told him about the box of condoms in his nightstand and the silver needle I used to ensure Gilda got pregnant. "I gave you exactly what you wanted, Augustus," I smiled as I walked out with half his empire. "And in exchange, I got my freedom."

Modern Mystery Romance

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