
I Exposed His Mistress At Our Wedding
Chapter 2
In the photos, Kylian has his arms wrapped around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as they take a mirror selfie. In another shot, he playfully tugs at her winter hat, and she shyly tilts her head downward, offering a glimpse into their private world of closeness.
It's funny when I think about it; with me, he's always so gentle and considerate. But in those pictures, he's the one clearly taking charge. My eyes suddenly catch sight of the bracelet on her wrist—one that looks all too familiar. Coincidentally, I have the exact same one.
It was a birthday gift from Kylian last year. He had told me our names were engraved on it, claiming it was one of a kind. Now, it seems utterly absurd. Their relationship has been going on for more than a year.
An unexpected pain pierces through my heart. It's a deep anguish that radiates from within, spreading to every part of my body. I slowly close my eyes, feeling as though all my energy is draining away at that moment. When I open them again, they're already blurred with tears.
Fighting back the nausea roiling in my stomach, I take out my phone, snap a picture of the image, and save it.
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