Wedding Day Plot Twist: I Leaked His Affairs

After getting laid off, I come across a post when I'm looking for a new job.

"What sort of job is the most lucrative these days?"

There's a comment with the most likes in the comment section.

"Find yourself a sugar daddy, duh! My sugar daddy is already the CEO of a company even though he's only in his 30s! He gives me 100 thousand dollars every month. Not only is he handsome and caring, but he's also amazing in bed! Hoo boy, we can keep going around seven times every night!"

Someone asks the commentor, "How did you find such an amazing daddy?"

"Last May, he was at a bar drinking his sorrows away after an argument with his girlfriend. I consoled him for a bit. That's how we ended up being together.

"He kept complaining that his girlfriend was like dead fish in bed, so he was already sick of her a long time ago. You know what men are like, always going for excitement in life."

My fingers curled around my phone slightly.

Last May, I did get into a huge argument with my boyfriend, Brian Dicht. He never came home that night.

The next morning, he returned while reeking of alcohol.

I continue scrolling down the comment section, only to see the commentor posting a photo.

"See? I was acting all cute and whiny to him just now by telling him that I cut my finger when I was preparing a meal for myself. He agreed to drop by my place to keep me company tonight."

In the photo, there's a diamond ring adorning the ring finger that has a plaster wrapped around it. That ring looks exactly the same as the set of engagement rings Brian and I have.

At the same time, my phone starts ringing. Soon, Brian's voice drifts from the other end of the line.

"Bella, something came up in the company at the last minute. I'm not coming home tonight."

[Bella's POV]

When I heard Brian Dicht's familiar, gentle voice, I instinctively bit my lip. I tested the waters and said softly, "Brian, I think my stomach's acting up. Can you come home and stay with me tonight?"

There were a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line. Then, he said, "I'm sorry, Bella. There's some urgent stuff to attend to at the office. Have the maids make you some soup. If it still hurts, there's an antacid in the medicine cabinet."

The call was cut off without hesitation, and the huge living room sank back into silence.

I'd been with Brian for five years, and I'd always believed our love would stand strong, no matter what. He remembered that I didn't eat onions, remembered the dates of my period, remembered I needed warm milk when I stayed up late rushing design drafts, and remembered my quirks and habits.

Our wedding was in just a few days.

I kept telling myself this was all just a coincidence.