After My Boyfriend Joined a Scandalous Party

My boyfriend and his godsister were caught by the vice squad at a scandalous party.

When I went to the police station to bail him out, he was disheveled, his exposed skin marked with dried candle wax and whiplash scars. His godsister, Sonia, clung to him, sobbing into his arms.

“The light in Sonia’s house was broken. It was too dark, so I went to accompany her,” he said.

I couldn’t help but wonder, Did he accompany her all the way to the police station too?

In the past, I would’ve demanded an explanation, but I was too tired now—too drained to argue. Without a word, I signed the papers.

The vice squad officer looked at me and asked, “Are you Anthony Leeman’s family?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not familiar with him. Just a colleague.”

Lowering my gaze, I typed out a message to my father: [I agree to get married. Give me three days, and I’ll marry him.]

After leaving the police station, my boyfriend’s godsister, Sonia Scott, tearfully climbed into the front passenger seat as if she belonged there.

Not wanting to talk, I started the car.

Suddenly, she screamed and looked terrified. “Tony, I’m scared. You know I can’t sit in a car driven by someone else.” Sonia bit her lip, her eyes shimmering as though she was on the verge of tears.

I pulled her hand away. “You can get out of the car.”

Before I could finish, Sonia burst into sobs. “I’ll get out, then. I’m sorry, Celine. It’s my fault that Tony came with me to the police station.”

I didn’t reply, but my boyfriend, Anthony Leeman, glared at me.

“Celine, why are you so heartless? You know what happened to Sonia’s father. It’s not personal—she’s just scared. Can’t you be a little more understanding?”

‘Be understanding?’ I thought, glancing at Anthony’s torn clothes and exposed wounds. Did he expect me to sympathize with the fact they attended a scandalous party together?

Anthony caught the look in my eyes, and his expression darkened. He flung the car door open.

It was freezing outside. Dressed in only a single layer, I shivered involuntarily.

“Celine, I didn’t think you could be this cold-blooded. Get out. I’ll take Sonia home myself!” Without giving me a chance to respond, Anthony dragged me out of the car.

The street was bustling with traffic. I stumbled, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car.

Anthony didn’t even look back. He climbed into the driver’s seat and turned to Sonia with a tenderness I hadn’t seen in years. “It’s okay, Sonia. Let the evil woman find her own way home.”

With that, he sped off, leaving me standing in the cold.

As the car pulled away, I saw Sonia press herself against Anthony, her body language smug and victorious.

My phone buzzed with a message. I opened it to find a photo from my father.

My father: [Celine, look. This is Hugo Young.]

Hugo was the man I was supposed to marry—the