My fiancée’s childhood friend, Derek Hayes, loved playing pranks. The first time, he dyed my custom-tailored suit fluorescent green. He blinked innocently. “I just thought white was boring. Wanted to add some color for you.” The second time, he tampered with my wedding invitations, changing the venue from a five-star hotel to a cemetery in the suburbs. When I caught him, he said: “This is way more interesting! You should thank me for planning such a unique wedding!” The third time, he put industrial-strength hair removal cream in my facial cleanser. A week before the wedding, I lost almost all my hair and eyebrows. Every time, my fiancée Summer Whitmore would tell me: “Derek just likes joking around. He doesn’t mean any harm.” Because I loved her, I endured it all. Until our wedding night, when Derek’s gift was a blood-stained bedsheet. The moment I saw Summer shielding Derek, I knew it was time to end this relationship. The blood on the sheet was still fresh. I had just tossed it aside when Summer came through the door in her wrinkled wedding dress, surrounded by a crowd of people. The one with his arm around her was Derek. I stepped forward quickly, about to take Summer from him, but she instinctively pulled away. Summer realized her rejection was too obvious and awkwardly explained. “You reek of alcohol. Just let Derek take care of me.” Hearing this, I laughed in disbelief. After the wedding reception, I’d been forced to drink by Derek’s group of friends. As my wife, she hadn’t even been there, and now she had the nerve to complain about me? I lowered my gaze and noticed Summer’s weak legs, her body limp, her eyes unfocused. Combined with that still-damp blood-stained sheet, I suddenly understood where Summer had disappeared to for those hours—she had slept with Derek right before the wedding! “Where were you just now?” I asked, suppressing my rage, wanting to give Summer one more chance. She pressed her lips together, about to speak, when Derek cut in. “We just got married and you’re already this controlling with Summer?” Summer had always hated being interrupted. Once when I went to her office without knocking, she lectured me for a full thirty minutes. She even gave me the cold shoulder for half a month after that. But after Derek spoke, not only did she not get angry, she affectionately pinched his nose. “You’re always defending me. Be careful, or Logan might hold a grudge against you.” After hearing this, Derek shot me a provocative look. “You two are just a business marriage. Even if you’re married, she can only love me!” As he spoke, he pulled a lace thong from his pocket: “Summer, don’t forget your stuff. Otherwise he’ll just use it to start drama with you again.” Summer blushed and threw the underwear onto the bed, pouting coyly: “Derek, if you keep saying things like that, I’m going to get mad.” Her light fist landed on his chest. This wasn’t punishment. It was flirting. Derek grabbed her hand and planted a playful kiss on her fingertips. “Summer, you’re the best. You felt sorry that I’d never had a girlfriend, so tonight you finally showed me what a woman feels like.” Summer didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with fooling around with another man on her wedding night. She looked up at me. “Stop with the cold face. It’s supposed to be a happy day. I don’t want to fight with you.” “Fight?” I stared at the hickeys on her neck, my eyes turning red with fury. “Am I the one who wants to fight? Today is our wedding day, and you ran off to another man’s bed. Have you ever treated me like your husband?”
Summer didn’t take my anger seriously. She frowned impatiently. “What century is this? Is virginity really that important to you? If you care so much, I can just go to the hospital and get it fixed.” Seeing her indifferent attitude, I was completely disappointed. She was the one who’d told me her family was traditional and wouldn’t allow her to have sex before marriage. So for three years of dating, I’d held back and never actually slept with her. “By that logic, this wedding isn’t that important either. Since you don’t care, then find someone else to marry!” At this, Derek immediately put on an innocent expression. “Don’t fight because of me. I’ll just leave now.” He started walking toward the door. As he left, he didn’t forget to deliberately bump his shoulder into me. With a bang, the door closed, and Summer slapped me across the face. “Are you done? Do you have to drive Derek away before you’re satisfied?” “Do you have any idea how heartbroken Derek is that I’m marrying you?” “He’s already stepping aside for us. Can’t you be a little more gracious?” My throat tightened, my face stinging hot. At that moment, I couldn’t understand how the pure girl I’d fallen for had become this unreasonable. Summer grabbed her phone, preparing to leave. Before going, she didn’t forget to threaten me. “Let me tell you—if you want me to stay married to you, stop going after Derek!” After Summer left, the festive bridal suite fell into silence. Her parents somehow got word and rushed over. Seeing only me there, Summer’s father’s face showed frustration. “Logan, I failed to raise my daughter properly. I’ll go discipline her right now.” I looked up. “No need. The alliance between the Whitmore and Carter families is cancelled.” Summer’s father nearly collapsed to the floor. I had pursued Summer for three whole years. Global first-release designer bags always went to her first; When she wanted to hold an art exhibition, I bought the most luxurious gallery in the museum; When she wanted to act in movies, I bought an entertainment company just to serve her alone. To be with her, I moved my company’s headquarters to Riverside City. I even did business with her family at a loss just to please her parents. With my support, her father’s small company became a top 100 national enterprise. I thought I’d done everything I could for Summer, but there was always a Derek by her side. I remember the first time I met Summer’s parents, Derek walked out of Summer’s room wearing shorts. He sat on the couch and casually asked Summer. “Summer, how long are you planning to string this one along?” His attitude showed he didn’t consider me worth noticing at all. When Summer said I was her future fiancé, the look Derek gave me turned particularly cold. From then on, Derek targeted me relentlessly. On dates with Summer, he would secretly order food I was allergic to. Watching my entire face swell up, he’d laugh in my face. Every time he pulled a prank, Summer would say Derek was just joking. I kept thinking that after we got married, maybe she’d finally keep her distance from Derek. But Summer took my tolerance as permission and completely crossed the line. I called my secretary. “Cancel all cooperation with Whitmore Group. Withdraw all our investments in their company. From now on, whatever projects Whitmore Group wants, acquire them at any cost.”
“Also, the Hayes family’s company—I want to hear news of their bankruptcy within three days.” After the call, I took a photo of the blood-stained sheet. Then I posted it on Instagram. **[Thanks to my ex-fiancée’s boyfriend for the wedding gift.]** The next second, my phone exploded. Summer’s calls came in the most. “What’s that post supposed to mean? Don’t you know Derek is applying to Ivy League schools? What you posted could ruin his chances!” I didn’t respond, hung up decisively, and blocked her number. At 3 AM, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I opened my phone and saw Derek had updated his Instagram. He posted a bar photo—Summer leaning against Derek’s shoulder, her cheeks flushed. Caption: **What’s a husband compared to a friend? May our friendship last forever!** The comments were full of likes. One friend, unhappy with their behavior, commented: “Summer’s about to get married. You two should keep your distance!” Summer replied directly in the comments: “It’s just having drinks with a friend. If Logan can’t even handle that, we just won’t get married.” Expressionless, I liked the post. After taking a few sleeping pills, I finally felt drowsy. That’s when my phone rang—a friend calling. “Logan, this is bad. Summer’s causing a scene at the bar. Come help!” My head was fuzzy. It took me a moment to process what he’d said. “I’m not going. Why would you call me? Just call the cops.” “If you don’t come, Summer’s going to get hurt!” my friend urged. Summer’s screams came through the phone. Even though I’d decided to cut ties with her, we had dated after all. I couldn’t just let her get hurt. I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bar. The moment I pushed open the bar door, a bucket of red wine poured down from above. Seeing me drenched and pathetic, Derek doubled over laughing. “Logan Carter, you’re such an idiot. All it took was a made-up excuse to get you here.” Summer sat on the couch, confidently raising an eyebrow. “See, Derek? I told you Logan is just a lovesick puppy who won’t leave. No matter what I do, he can’t bear to walk away from me.” Derek sat back down next to Summer. “I lost the bet. How are you going to punish me?” The crowd egged them on. “How else? Kiss her!” Summer blushed. “My fiancé is right here. You guys are too much.” Her mouth said no, but her body leaned honestly against Derek. I walked up, grabbed an open champagne bottle nearby, and poured it directly over their heads. Summer shrieked at me. “Logan Carter, have you lost your mind?!” Derek’s curly hair was plastered wetly to his forehead, making him look like a drowned rat. Summer immediately grabbed tissues to wipe him off, full of concern. She glared up at me. “Logan, Derek just likes pranks! He doesn’t mean any harm! Why are you being so petty!” I scoffed. “So sleeping together was just a prank too?” Summer’s face turned crimson. Finally, she stood up and shoved me hard. The champagne tower scattered across the floor. I fell onto broken glass, pain shooting through my back.
“That’s enough! Interrogating me like a lunatic—what’s the point?” I braced myself against the wall, watching Derek lean intimately against Summer’s shoulder, and suddenly felt completely drained. But I refused to back down. “What? You had the nerve to make me a cuckold, but not the guts to let me call you out?” Derek tugged at Summer’s sleeve, looking pitiful. “Summer, forget it. It’s just getting a drink poured on me. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have pranked him.” When I got drenched in red wine, Summer laughed and called it a prank. But when Derek got his hair a little wet, Summer couldn’t wait to defend him. Summer looked at me with disappointment. “Derek is younger than you and more forgiving! Can’t you learn something from him?” I sneered. “Learn what? Learn to sleep with someone else’s fiancée?” Before I could finish, Summer punched me in the face. “Apologize to Derek!” I swallowed the blood in my throat. “In your dreams!” Derek pretended to be frightened and stepped back. “Logan looks so scary. What if he ends up abusing you later?” He tested the waters: “Summer, since my friends are all here, maybe I should teach Logan how to be a considerate husband?” Summer heard this and gave an almost imperceptible nod. The next second, fists rained down on me. Derek stepped on my face, bent down, and whispered in my ear. “Logan Carter, so what if you married Summer? The most important person in her heart will always be me.” I struggled to get up in fury. Derek picked up my car keys from the ground and said to Summer: “Summer, I haven’t had a car lately. I’ll just take this Maybach.” Summer nodded, not giving me a second glance. All these years, whenever Derek asked, even my most prized possessions had to be handed over. I pushed myself up against the wall, trying to get my things back. But Summer thought I was going to hit Derek, so she had her friends surround me. A kick sent me back to the ground. My head slammed against the table corner, and suddenly everything went red. Seeing this, Summer rushed toward me in panic. “Logan! I—” Derek dramatically blocked her path. “Logan! You’re so manipulative! You poured wine on your own head just to trick Summer!” “Summer, don’t fall for it. He’s faking. How could anyone bleed this much?” Summer actually believed him and stopped in her tracks. “Logan Carter, think about what you’ve done!” With that, she led everyone out of the private room. I lay in a pool of blood, my vision swimming. I picked up my phone and numbly dialed a number: “The video I recorded earlier… you can release it now.”
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