You Skipped Our Wedding, So I Married Your Arch-Nemesis

Coming home late at night, I stared at the highly explicit, scandalous photos on my phone. My chest felt incredibly tight.

The woman posing in those photos was my fiancée, Chloe Henderson.

She looked ecstatic, stretching her limbs in various seductive poses. Her face carried an expression of pure ecstasy—one I had never seen during our five years together.

Around her neck, she was still wearing the diamond engagement necklace I had bought her.

I clenched my fists, barely resisting the urge to smash my phone against the wall.

How could she do this to me?