Wedding Night: She Gave Herself to Another

I've protected Rachel Mead for ten years. After taking bullets three times and being paralyzed five times for her sake, she finally agrees to marry me.

But on the wedding day, her assistant, Quentin Sorenson, stumbles into the church.

"Rachel, my groin got bitten by a leech! Does that mean I won't be able to get it up ever again?"

Rachel's expression changes drastically. She moves to ditch me and the wedding guests just so she can leave with Quentin.

I stop her immediately before suggesting that we complete the wedding ceremony before seeking out a doctor to save Quentin.

But Rachel responds by slapping me heavily on the face. She glares at me ferociously the whole time.

"Charlie Lund, just how petty are you? Can't you tell that Quentin is in major discomfort right now? If you truly love me, you won't stop me at all!"

After that, she drags Quentin into a nearby lounge.

By the time I open the door, I see the naked Rachel straddling Quentin while bouncing at a regular rhythm. Their faces are already flushed with pleasure, and condoms can be seen strewn all over the floor.

Rachel, who has once promised me that she'll preserve her precious virginity till our wedding night, meets my gaze nonchalantly.

"Quentin is already in a serious condition. How could I just sit by and do nothing for him? Besides, isn't my hymen just a layer? Since you want to pop it that much, I can always get it fixed for you next time."

I remain rooted to the spot, feeling as though my blood has turned into ice.

To think that my ten-year relationship with Rachel is worth nothing at all. At that moment, I realize just how big a loser I am.

Charlie's Point-of-View

Rachel Mead, my soon-to-be wife, didn't take off the microphone on her wedding dress, so the overlapping moans came through the sound system at the wedding.

In that instant, every guest in the hall turned to fix their gaze on me, some carrying ridicule, others carrying sympathy.

"Did you guys hear that? Mr. Lund is actually being cuckolded…"

"Oh, my. Isn't this live broadcast way more entertaining than the officiant's speech?"

"I mean, tell me about it. I can tell that the heiress of the Mead family surely knows how to let loose."

I gripped my glass until my knuckles turned white. I then downed the bitter wine along with my humiliation, my throat tightening up.

It was an hour later, and Rachel finally emerged from the lounge. She bore an unnatural flush, and her expensive wedding dress was stained with spots of blood.

In that instant, the crowd started heckling. "Congratulations on popping your cherry, Ms. Mead! How was Quentin's performance?"

"Oh, stop it! I was just tending to his injuries!" Rachel bit her lip bashfully, blushing deeply as she pushed away the bridesmaids crowding around to tease her.

She then looked around the hall before finally spotting me. She walked