At the wedding reception, my bride was suddenly dragged into a corner by her childhood friend. He ripped open her wedding dress. The guests gasped, a ripple of shocked whispers spreading through the room. My mother, furious, collapsed. I lunged, grabbing that jerk, Brandon, by the collar, ready to smash his face in. But my wife, Chloe, blocked me. “Liam, what the hell is wrong with you?! He’s just having an episode; I’m saving him!” “What kind of episode needs you to take off your clothes to ‘save’ him? Have you no shame?” Chloe shot back, her voice dripping with indignation: “You clueless bumpkin, you don’t even know what ‘skin hunger syndrome’ is, and you’re so petty. How could I have ever married a man like you?” I pulled off my wedding ring and flung it at her face. “Fine! Then don’t!” The wedding, thanks to that little incident, became an even livelier affair. “Hahaha, I’ve never seen anything so ridiculous in my life.” “Did you guys see it? I almost caught a glimpse of the bride’s… you know.” “If Liam had any guts, he would have slapped both of them right then and there.” The humiliating chatter in my ears grew louder, my anger soaring higher and higher. *Smack!* “How dare you be angry? If you hadn’t been so impulsive, everyone wouldn’t have found out about Brandon’s condition.” “You made him lose face!” Just as I was on the verge of exploding with rage, Chloe not only showed no remorse but raised her hand and slapped me. I touched the stinging red mark on my cheek, a bitter, desolate laugh escaping me. She could care about Brandon’s feelings, but never mine. What was I even doing with a woman like this? My dignity, my face, she had trampled it underfoot, grinding it into the dirt. From this moment on, everyone in the city would know that I, Liam, had been publicly betrayed by my own wife at my wedding. I tore off my groom’s suit and flung it onto Brandon, who had just managed to stand up. “Since you can’t ever forget him, fine. I sincerely wish you two an eternity together. I’m making way for you.” “What are you talking about?” Chloe clutched Brandon tightly, glaring at me with cold fury. If she understood why I was angry, she wouldn’t be holding Brandon so intimately right now. His hand was still wrapped tightly around her waist. And Chloe didn’t seem to find anything wrong with it, tacitly approving his shameless behavior. I realized then that this probably wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. I knew they’d grown up together, but this “friendship” had clearly crossed every line imaginable. I would never, ever accept a woman who used her body to “save” a man suffering from “skin hunger syndrome.” “Can’t you tell? I’m letting *you* have the wedding!” “Your love is just *so* touching. Even as adults with your own families, you’re still ridiculously devoted to your ‘friend.’ If I don’t back out, I’m a pathetic fool.” I glanced at Chloe’s darkening face. Her hands instinctively balled into fists. That was her signal of displeasure. Usually, when she made that gesture, I’d compromise. “So you’re trying to publicly humiliate me, huh?” Before I could react, she snatched a wine glass from the table and hurled it at my head. I couldn’t dodge in time. The glass smashed against me, leaving a throbbing welt. “You’re disgusting! Utterly heartless…” “You say I’m heartless? Fine. What would you do if I publicly embraced another woman?” “You can worry about Brandon, but what about me and my mother? She’s passed out because of you!” “And you’ve utterly shamed me!”
Brandon quickly jumped in to play peacemaker. “Liam, please don’t be like this. This is my fault; I apologize to you.” “I have skin hunger syndrome. If I don’t get relief in time, I’ll slowly die.” “So, are you going to tell me that whenever your ‘skin hunger syndrome’ flares up, you find *her* to ‘relieve’ it?” Facing my rage, Brandon quickly answered: “It wasn’t like this before; I had a girlfriend to help me. But after she went abroad, Chloe started helping me. That’s why whenever my craving hits, I just…” *Bang!* “You disgusting cheats!” I lost control because Chloe had agreed to such a shameful request. No wonder she was always disappearing—not around for dinner, not around for bed. Not even around for our child, leaving him alone at home with no one watching him. When I confronted her, she’d always say she was busy. Turns out, she was busy with Brandon. So busy she could ignore her own son. I also finally understood why our household expenses had been so high lately. She was spending a fortune on expensive skincare products to keep her skin smooth, not caring how much it drove up our living costs. As Brandon’s words hung in the air, everyone started pointing and whispering about us again. Brandon quickly pushed Chloe towards me. “Chloe, we’re in the wrong here. Apologize to him quickly! Otherwise, everyone will keep talking about us.” Chloe was always obedient to Brandon. As she prepared to give in to me, I noticed a fresh mark on her neck, like a bite mark. My heart felt like it had been struck by something again. If she knew her mistake and was truly willing to change, I thought our years together might still have a chance. But she had already been with Brandon. She was tainted. I looked at Chloe with the deepest disappointment. Just then, our nanny walked over, holding our three-month-old son. The baby was wailing, crying because he was hungry. But his mother didn’t care about his cries. She didn’t even think to reach out and hold him, to offer him some milk for comfort. I took the baby from the nanny and told her to quickly make some formula. But the nanny said she’d forgotten the formula. So I turned my hope to Chloe. If she would take our son and feed him, I’d forgive her. Instead, Brandon’s “skin hunger syndrome” flared up again. He claimed he hadn’t gotten enough “relief” earlier. Chloe immediately turned to me, flustered. “Liam, don’t make a scene now. Leo can wait a little longer for his formula, but Brandon can’t. He saved my life once; I can’t abandon him now.” “Liam, I hope you understand, okay?” With that, she abandoned our son and me, leading Brandon further into the room. As for what they were going to do, it was obvious: “relieve” Brandon. The wedding was completely over. There was no point in continuing. I had someone return all the wedding contributions to the guests, then I left with our son. After comforting Leo, the hospital called, asking me to come. My mother had woken up. I needed to rush to her. Opening the door, I saw my mother sobbing uncontrollably. When she saw me, she quickly wiped away her tears and smiled. “My son, you’re here.” She knew how wronged I must feel. So we didn’t speak, choosing quiet companionship instead. That night, back home, I scrolled through my Ins feed and saw Brandon had updated his profile: “They say being just friends, not a couple, is the longest-lasting form of love. I’ve verified it; it’s true. Thank you to my little princess for never abandoning me.” The photo showed Brandon with his arm wrapped around Chloe’s waist, both smiling at each other. Below it were replies from Chloe’s close friends.
Lana: “You lucky dog, Brandon! Chloe is incredibly devoted once she cares about someone.” Mia: “Pfft, ‘friendship,’ my foot! Before Liam even met her, Brandon used to crash at her place all the time, hahaha!” Brooke: “Oh yeah! I forgot about that until you mentioned it. I even supplied them with condoms once.” Chloe: “Stop spreading rumors, guys! That’s all in the past! If my husband sees this, I’ll kill you! Delete those comments!” Someone replied: “Who cares? He’s already hit the jackpot. You married down, darling.” “You’ve already had a kid with him. What’s wrong with helping Brandon with his skin hunger syndrome?” Chloe and I had been together for years, and her friends had never liked me. Whenever she wasn’t looking, they’d openly mock me, saying they only acknowledged me out of respect for Chloe. In their minds, only Brandon was good enough for her. For Chloe’s sake, I never argued with them. I wasn’t a dollar bill; I couldn’t make everyone like me. But what Chloe didn’t know was that I, sitting behind my screen, had seen all their comments. My fingertips slowly reddened, and my chest felt so heavy it was hard to breathe. Just as they were about to delete their comments, I quickly typed below: “Don’t delete them. Leave them up.” “As you wish, I’m divorcing Chloe.” After posting, I lit a bucket of fireworks, watching them bloom in the night sky. Then I took a photo of myself standing beneath them and posted it on social media. Caption: “We’re both free.” Not long after the message went out, Chloe’s phone calls started pouring in frantically. I watched the fireworks explode one after another in the night sky, smiling with a sense of relief I’d never felt before. I’d always wanted to watch fireworks with Chloe, but her heart was only ever with Brandon. I had let her go, but she couldn’t let me go. After the fireworks ended, she sent me a video call. This time, I answered. But seeing her in a sheer nightgown, sitting on another man’s bed, my heart still felt a pang. “Liam, are you out of your mind?! Why did you post that comment under Brandon’s Ins?! I was just helping him through an episode; do you have to be so petty?!” “And take it as far as divorce?!” “Yes, I do. When are you free to come back and sign the divorce papers…” “Chloe, my skin hunger syndrome is acting up again!” Chloe immediately grew anxious. She pulled Brandon onto the bed, then quickly untied her strap. *Ha.* No wonder she was dressed so scantily. It was all so Brandon could get his “comfort” immediately. I watched the deeply unsettling scene unfold, my heart strangely calm. The furious rage was gone. “Is that enough?” “Almost.” Brandon’s hand roamed restlessly over her body, and she seemed to have forgotten she was still on a video call with me. Whenever it concerned Brandon, I was always forgotten. They murmured to each other, then both tumbled into the big bed. Brandon’s burning gaze – any man could tell it was a signal of his arousal. I didn’t need to see what happened next. I recorded their intimate moment as part of the divorce evidence.
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