Chapter 3

"No wonder Chloe is always 'on business trips' and never comes home! She was with you!"

"Spit it out! How long has this been going on? How many hotel rooms did you book?"

"You absolute piece of trash! Sleeping with my wife, taking her money, and now you have the balls to drive her car to our wedding?!"

Ethan screamed, his fists raining down on me.

I was caught off guard and dazed.

I bought this car two years ago. Sure, Chloe drove it occasionally, but it was registered under my name. Since when did it become Chloe's car?

"Ethan, wait, is there a mistake? Chloe wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, is there some misunderstanding? Let's talk it out."

A few of the ass-lickers, sensing things were getting out of hand, tried to de-escalate.

But Ethan was completely unhinged. He snatched his phone and started swiping through photos, shoving them in everyone's faces.

"I'd recognize this car anywhere! This bastard is screwing my wife!"

Everyone crowded around, and sure enough, the screen was filled with photos of Ethan and Chloe.

They were kissing passionately inside the car.

Taking goofy selfies on the hood.

There were even a few explicit, intimate photos.

The proof was undeniable. Chloe was definitely sleeping with Ethan.

I closed my eyes, my heart freezing over.

Faced with this solid evidence, the crowd fell silent for a second before instantly taking Ethan's side.

"Brandon, care to explain?"

"Ethan treated you like a brother, and you sleep with his wife? I didn't know you were such a scumbag."

Ethan pointed a finger right at my nose, spitting as he yelled. "Now I get why you didn't want to come! You were hooking up with my wife and were too scared of getting caught!"

"You're pathetic! Showing up at my wedding just to spite me? You're desperate to climb into high society, aren't you?"

"Too bad for you. Chloe loves me."

Even our old college dean spit on the ground.

"Brandon, I never thought you'd turn out to be such trash. You are an absolute disgrace to our university."

Everyone around me began pointing, whispering, and cursing. Someone even pulled out their phone to film.

"Breaking news: Apex CEO's side piece crashes her wedding!"

Ethan lost it. He snatched the guy's phone and smashed it onto the pavement.

"Are you trying to embarrass me?! You want everyone to laugh at me?!"

Confirming Chloe's betrayal was enough. I rubbed my aching forehead, preparing to leave.

"Ethan, I only came here to confirm one thing. But seeing how blind and delusional you are, there’s no point in explaining anything to you."

"You'll find out the truth soon enough. But hey, happy wedding anyway."

Ethan's veins bulged on his neck, his face turning crimson.

"You slept with my wife and now you're calling me delusional? I'll show you what the truth looks like!"

He marched over to my car, grabbed a heavy metal chair, and slammed it onto the hood.

With a deafening crash, the hood caved in.

But he wasn't done. He grabbed a can of spray paint and began defacing my car.

"I AM A MALE WHORE. I AM A SIDE PIECE."

The words burned my eyes, a constant reminder of Chloe’s betrayal.

I clenched my jaw. "Ethan, do you have any idea what the consequences of this are?"

Ethan let out a manic laugh. "What? The car belongs to my wife! Why can't I trash my own wife's car?"