I Hosted My Fiancé's Wedding to His Best Friend

The night before our wedding, Edward Fowler's friends gather for a celebration. A full set of sex toys lies in the gift box from his tomboy bestie, Winnie Spencer.

I freeze, and Winnie shouts boisterously, "Don't you dare go easy on him, Sarah. That pup might look like someone who's abstaining, but he's actually pretty wild in the sheets.

"During the start of the year, he only used three of these, yet he landed me straight in the hospital with injuries that took me half a month to heal!"

She then hooks an arm around Edward's neck. "Let me give you a piece of advice as your buddy—you need to learn how to be gentle once you're married.

"Sarah looks so delicate, so you'd better not pull the same stunt as last time. I was just recovering, yet you dragged me into it for two whole days. I almost died in bed!"

My face darkens. Winnie covers her mouth in exaggerated shock. "It's just us buddies messing around. You're not mad, are you, Sarah?"

Everyone is anticipating for me to snap. But instead, I let out a soft chuckle before replying, "Why would I be? I should be thanking you for being a free tutor instead. After all, someone who's in your line of work would charge at least three hundred dollars per night just for the same lesson."

I barely finished speaking when Edward Fowler, who had seemed indifferent all along, finally looked up. His face turned cold as he said, "Winnie gave you a gift out of kindness. What exactly did you mean by that?"

I shrugged. "Whatever she means, that's exactly what I mean. Since your tutor went all out for you, yet you still landed her in the hospital, you should at least tip her a little."

The room fell silent at once. Winnie immediately teared up.

Edward's expression darkened. The chair creaked noisily as he shot up. "What do you take Winnie for, Sarah? Is this how the Hudson family raised their daughter? With no restraint and nothing but a filthy mouth?"

I leaned back into my seat, smiling wryly. "She's the one who brought it up first. If anyone's going to be accused of filthy talk, it shouldn't be me."

The atmosphere gradually grew tense.

Edward glared at me. Just as he was about to speak, Winnie started sniffling.

"Don't fight with Sarah, pup. Do it for me. It was all my fault. I'm so used to joking around with you guys that I forgot Sarah is here tonight." She then raised her hand and slapped herself.

Despite it being a light slap, Edward's expression fell almost instantly. "Who allowed you to hit yourself?"

With tears in her eyes, Winnie gave him a careless kick. "How dare you snap at me, pup? Do you want to lose those legs of yours?"

Edward tilted her chin up and inspected her face. Once he made sure her cheek was alright, he turned to look at me.