Divorced After His Livestream Affair

The link came in while I was setting the table.

At first, I thought it was spam.

Unknown Number:

Watch this before you marry him.

I stared at the message for three seconds, then looked toward the kitchen, where the soup was still simmering on low heat.

Ryan liked dinner ready by seven.

Not because he was old-fashioned, he always said. Because he was “busy,” because billion-dollar deals didn’t wait, because I had “more time than him.”

And because I loved him, I always smiled and said, “Of course.”

I wiped my hands on a towel and picked up my phone again.

The link was still there.

A livestream.

My thumb hovered over it.

Something inside my chest tightened.

Don’t open it, a soft voice in my head whispered.

But another voice, colder and clearer, said:

Open it.

So I did.

The screen loaded.

Loud music burst from my phone. Neon lights. A private club. A champagne tower. Thousands of comments flying up the side of the screen.

And then I saw him.

Ryan Cole.

My fiancé.

The man I was supposed to marry in twenty-six days.

He was sitting on a velvet couch, his shirt half unbuttoned, one arm stretched lazily across the backrest.

And curled against his side was Sophia Lane.

Influencer. Beauty brand ambassador. Professional homewrecker, apparently.

She laughed into the camera, glossy lips close to Ryan’s jaw.

“Come on, babe,” she said, dragging out the word babe like she owned it. “Your fans want to know. Are you really getting married?”

The comments exploded.

OMG IS THAT RYAN COLE?

Wait isn’t he engaged?

Sophia girl are you serious???

This is messy and I love it.

Ryan chuckled.

That laugh.

The same laugh he used when I burned toast. When I tripped over my own heels. When I asked questions in meetings and he said, “Sweetheart, let the adults handle this.”

“Yeah,” he said, lifting his glass. “I’m getting married.”

Sophia pouted. “So what am I?”

Ryan looked at her.

Then he kissed her.

Not a mistake. Not a drunk accident. Not a quick, guilty moment.

He kissed her like the whole world had permission to watch.

The phone almost slipped from my hand.

I gripped it harder.

Sophia pulled back and giggled. “Your fiancée is going to cry.”

Ryan leaned back, smiling.

“Emily? She cries over sad commercials.”

The comments went insane.

Poor Emily.

Does she know???

He’s so savage.

She’s probably boring anyway.

Sophia tilted her head. “But what if she finds out?”

Ryan shrugged.

“She won’t do anything.”

My breath stopped.

“She loves me too much,” he continued, like he was explaining the weather. “Emily is sweet. Quiet. Harmless. She’ll cry, sure. Maybe pack a suitcase. But by morning, she’ll be begging me not to leave.”

Sophia laughed so hard she dropped her head onto his shoulder.

“And the prenup?” she asked.

Ryan’s smile widened.

My blood turned cold.

Sophia knew about the prenup.

The prenup he had told me was “just a formality.”