Bride Wars: Battling His 18 Lovers for the Ring

My boyfriend, Percy Gaskell, suddenly flaunts an engagement ring on the Internet. He also announces that he'll get married in two months.

Everyone thinks I'm the lucky bride who will get proposed soon, including myself. Anticipation fills my heart as I start making wedding preparations.

But unwittingly, I end up overhearing Percy and his friends' conversation at the doorway of a private room in a bar.

"I'm seriously impressed with the method you used to select your wife, Percy. You actually gave all 19 of them different scores! Those with lower scores get kicked out, whereas those with higher scores get to ascend to the next round! In the end, you choose the best wife out of all participants!

"Now, the only ones left are Maisie and your beloved mistress, Sabrina. Not only that, but you're also biased toward Sabrina, so you gave her a relatively high score. Maisie is definitely losing this time!

"What if Maisie finds out that she's not the one you're marrying in the end? Will she throw a hissy fit?"

Percy took a sip out of his wine glass lazily. In a flippant tone, he replied, "That will have to depend on who satisfies me the most. Let me observe them for three more days. If Maisie is still that disappointing, she shouldn't blame me for being ruthless."

His friends all burst into laughter. "You're far too soft-hearted, Percy! Maisie is inferior to Sabrina, be it her figure, age, or bedroom skills! I can't believe you're still giving her a chance!

"If I were you, I'd have kicked her out in the first round!"

Percy just smiles in amusement. "I only wish to give her a chance because I see how pathetically low her score is. If she can't even use the final chance given to her properly, she shouldn't blame me for not marrying her."

I can feel my blood turn to ice in my veins. My mind has completely gone blank. All I can hear is my heartbeat, which slowly becomes louder.

With a trembling hand, I dig out my phone and text that man's number, which lies at the bottom of my contact list.

"Are you up for a whirlwind marriage right now?"

I had never imagined that the man I trusted most would cheat on me behind my back. What made it even more absurd was that the woman he cheated with was brazen enough to show up at my door to provoke me.

Someone knocked on my door that day. When I opened it, a sweet-looking young woman stood outside. She looked barely 18 or 19.

The moment she met my eyes, open hostility flashed across her face.

"Hi, I'm Sabrina Stout. I'm here to return a shirt Percy Gaskell left at my place."

As Sabrina Stout spoke, she pulled a man's shirt out of her bag. "I already washed off the lipstick and red wine stains. And this is for you."

Then she took out a small bottle of