Dumped My Cheating Fiancée On the Spot

During a game of truth or dare at our pre-wedding party, my fiancee, Marissa Jones, plays a game of truth-or-dare with her childhood friend, William Chase. The one who chooses dare is required to sleep with the person next to them.

Alarmed by the dare, I quickly suggest, "Why don't you choose truth instead?"

However, William refuses to let that happen. He eyes me scornfully and says, "I can't believe you still have such an old-fashioned mindset. I don't mind sleeping with her, so why are you making a big deal out of it?"

He turns to Marissa and asks, "Will you sleep with me, Rissa?"

Everyone else in the room starts egging them on.

"Kyle is way too uptight. If Marissa won't do it, I will. Pick me, William, you handsome devil!"

I grab Marissa's arm and try to leave with her, but she flings my hand off.

"If I leave now, what about William? We're about to get married anyway, Kyle. Can't I have one night of freedom?"

She climbs right onto William's lap, and the crowd cheers wildly.

As I stare at Marissa and William, I know without a doubt that my relationship with Marissa has come to an end.

Marissa Jones, my fiancee, and William Chase, her childhood friend, disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. Everyone else in the room was thoroughly amused by the situation. They aimed their phones at the frosted glass of the bathroom to record what was happening.

We were at a luxury clubhouse, but the soundproofing wasn't all that great. Despite being separated by a door, I could still hear William's moans loud and clear.

Shawn Decker, William's friend, pointed his phone at me and said, "It's only a game, Kyle. Surely you're not upset, right? It can't be helped that Will is a man of his word. Besides, it's not like Marissa is losing out on anything. It's Will's first time being with a woman!"

Someone else chimed in, "Will's not a sore loser, unlike a certain someone in this room right now."

Naturally, he was referring to me, the one who'd suggested changing from dare to truth.

A little while later, Marissa came out with a jacket draped around her. That didn't hide the sea of hickeys covering her neck. It was obvious how intensely they'd gone at it just now.

I walked up to her to take her away from him. But before I could say anything, she grabbed my jacket and ripped it right off me with such force that the zip snagged on my hair and yanked a few strands out. I winced in pain, but she didn't even bother looking at me.

She simply said indifferently, "I ripped Will's shirt. Let him use your jacket to cover himself up."

Then, she eyed me in displeasure and snapped, "Why are you reacting like that? I'm just borrowing your jacket."

William drawled from behind, "I must keep my word, Rissa. One night means one entire night."

The crowd