I accidentally found a pair of black lace stockings in the nightstand of our master bedroom. They were torn to shreds. And only my girlfriend, Charlotte, and I had the keys to this apartment. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened here. Holding those torn stockings, my hands shook uncontrollably. Eight years of chasing her and two years of dating felt like a complete joke at this moment. I snapped a photo and sent it to Charlotte, waiting for her explanation. But she didn't even seem to care. "My friends all said I needed a 'test-drive' with another guy before getting hitched, just so I wouldn’t have any regrets after marriage." "If it really bothers you that much, you can go find some girl to sleep with too. Let's just call it even." Yet later, when I actually went out with my billionaire heiress fiancée, Charlotte went completely insane, crying and begging for my forgiveness. When Charlotte rushed over, I was already instructing the movers to throw that massive bed out and change the door locks. She stood at the doorway, her face turning pale as she watched the moving company carry the bed out. "Anthony! Have you lost your mind?!" "That bed cost over three thousand dollars, and I only slept on it once! Do you really have to be this petty?" She spoke with pure annoyance, as if she expected me to immediately start coddling her to stop her from throwing a tantrum. In the past, I would have been terrified of her anger. I would have rushed over, desperate to make her smile. But now, I was done begging. After ten years of devotion, just when I thought I was finally going to make her my wife, she gave me the ultimate betrayal. What kind of man could tolerate the woman he cherished sleeping with someone else? My mind kept flashing back to those ripped stockings. I could easily picture how wild they had been. How was I supposed to swallow this?! I glared at her, my eyes burning with pure hatred. "This is my apartment. Getting rid of trash is my right." She instantly flared up. "What is wrong with you?! This is our home! I cleaned up the bed after I was done. How is it dirty?!" So, even now, she still believed she had done nothing wrong. I couldn't help but roar, "You know exactly what you did!" "There’s no need for a wedding anymore. I bought this place with my own money, so it is *my* home!" Charlotte stared at me in disbelief. "What did you just say?! You’re calling off our wedding over something this stupid?!" Stupid? I couldn't believe she saw this as a minor detail. I couldn't believe the woman I had loved for ten years was actually this disgusting. She looked like a total stranger to me. Where was the innocent girl I fell in love with in high school? The pain in my chest was unbearable. I didn't know whether to feel lucky for seeing her true colors before marriage, or to grieve for the ten years I had wasted on her. But I knew one thing for sure—I was never looking back. My voice was ice-cold and resolute. "Yes. The wedding is off. Since you love 'test-driving' so much, I'm giving you all the time in the world to do it!" Seeing the cold determination in my eyes, Charlotte finally realized I wasn't joking. Her tone softened, and she looked at me with a pout. "Anthony, all my friends had one last wild night before their weddings. I just didn't expect you to find out." "If you're really that upset, just go find a girl and do the same. I promise I won't say a word! Just stop being mad at me." She was constantly crossing my boundaries, chipping away at the last bit of love I had left for her. I let out a mocking laugh. "It's fine. We're over. You can sleep with whoever you want now. It has nothing to do with me." Seeing that I wasn't taking the bait, she lost her temper again. "Anthony! I’ve already lowered myself to apologize, and I even said you could sleep with someone else! What more do you want?!" "If it weren't for the fact that you chased me for ten years, do you really think I would have agreed to marry you?!" "There are plenty of men out there who are way better than you!" So, she never married me out of love. She only wanted to marry me because I tolerated all her tantrums and spoiled her rotten. This sudden realization cut me deeper than anything else. My eyes welled with tears. "Then let's break up. I won't hold you back from finding those 'better' men." Charlotte stomped her foot in anger. Before storming off, she hissed through gritted teeth: "Fine! We're broken up! I might as well tell you—that man was Donald, and he's back!" "Anthony, you're throwing away your only chance to marry me. Don't you dare regret it!" So, her high school sweetheart, Donald, was back. No wonder she was so eager to "test-drive" him.
Charlotte, Donald, and I went to the same high school. I had a crush on her back then. Charlotte was the school sweetheart, and Donald was the golden boy. They were a perfect match. When we went to college, they naturally started dating, and I could only watch from the sidelines as a loyal friend. But by the end of freshman year, Donald ghosted her completely. He moved abroad, leaving no return date. Charlotte was devastated and almost took her own life. I was the one who stayed by her side, comforting her day and night. I knew she loved romantic gestures, and I knew she loved showing off. So, on every holiday, I bought her the most expensive flowers and exquisite gifts to satisfy her vanity. I chased her like a shadow for three years before she finally agreed to be my girlfriend. I genuinely believed I had finally replaced Donald in her heart. But a first love is always a first love, apparently. The moment he returned, she threw everything we had built out the window for him. After calming down, I called my parents to let them know the wedding was off. I expected them to lecture me. After all, as a billionaire's son, I had spent ten years acting like a beggar for a woman who ended up cheating on me. It was humiliating. But my parents simply sighed with relief. My mom laughed. "Finally woke up, huh? Marriage isn't a game." My dad added, "Marriage is a lifelong commitment. Choosing the wrong person leads to a lifetime of misery." "Whatever you decide, we've got your back." Yeah. Some people see marriage as a sacred promise, while others treat it like a joke. If she could cheat before the wedding, there was no way she would stay faithful after. Talking to my parents made me feel a lot better. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I thought it was Charlotte, but it was actually a Snapchat message from Donald. "Anthony, it's been a while. Come out for a drink tonight. All the old high school crew is here." It turned out they had organized a high school reunion to welcome Donald back. The way he phrased it made it clear he was daring me to show up. Well, I wanted to go see just how shameless they could get. I also wanted to clear things up in front of everyone so nobody would make a laughingstock out of me behind my back. When I arrived at the VIP lounge, Charlotte and Donald were already sitting together, flirting openly. She was leaning heavily against his arm, laughing provocatively. Donald looked extremely smug, his arm casually brushing against her chest. If this had been the past, I would have punched him in the face immediately. To me, Charlotte had been a goddess who shouldn't be touched by anyone else. But now, she was nothing to me. She was no longer the innocent girl from my memories.
As some old classmates greeted me, Charlotte finally noticed my arrival. A look of mockery washed over her face. "Anthony, I knew you'd crawl back. I knew you’d regret it!" "Let me tell you, if you don't buy me that new limited-edition Chanel bag, I am never forgiving you!" I glanced at her coldly. "I'm not here for you. Donald invited me, so I decided to drop by." Donald stood up, walking over to shake my hand with a wide, fake grin. "Anthony, you finally made it! Charlotte and I were just talking about you." I chuckled coldly. "Talking about what? How she couldn't forget you even after being with me for years? Or how you two got back together?" "Or perhaps you were talking about how shameless you both are, screwing on my new bed and tearing her black stockings to shreds?" The noisy room instantly fell dead silent. Our classmates, who had been laughing and drinking, stopped and stared at each other in shock. Donald's smile froze, his expression darkening. "Anthony, I invited you here out of goodwill. What the hell are you talking about?!" Charlotte stood up too, her voice screeching. "Anthony! Shut your mouth! Don't ruin this for everyone!" "Apologize right now, or don't expect me to show up at the wedding in a few days. I'll make sure you become the joke of the town!" A joke? I was already the joke. Everyone in this room knew Charlotte had dated me after Donald left. They all knew we were supposed to get married in a few days. Yet here she was, openly flirting with Donald in front of everyone. Since she wanted to play dirty, I was going to rip off her mask completely. I stared at Charlotte with an icy gaze until she began to look nervous. She stammered, "Why... why are you looking at me like that?! You're the one being petty and making a scene!" Seeing my silence, she assumed I was backing down, just like I always did. She raised her voice, getting bolder. "Apologize to Donald right now and buy me that Chanel bag. Maybe then I'll consider marrying you." I laughed out of sheer anger. I had been so blind not to see how greedy and shameless she truly was. She cheated on me, and she expected me to buy her a luxury bag to apologize? Donald chimed in with a patronizing smirk. "Anthony, don't be so dramatic. We're all old friends. Charlotte and I are just close." "We were just having a few drinks earlier. We didn't do anything else. You're out of line for taking your anger out on her." Looking at his punchable face, the rage I had been suppressing finally boiled over. Before anyone could react, I lunged forward and threw a massive punch straight at his jaw! I pinned him to the floor, raining blows down on his face. By the time our classmates finally pulled me off him, his face was swollen like a balloon. Charlotte’s eyes ran red with tears for Donald. She flew into a rage and lunged to slap my face. I caught her wrist in mid-air, twisted it back, and shoved her away. She stumbled and fell hard onto the floor. "That's it," I said, my voice cutting through the room like ice. "Ten years of dealing with your garbage, and now we are even." "Remember this: I am the one dumping you. The wedding is off. Don't bother showing up." "From now on, you're dead to me. You can 'test-drive' whoever you want!" Charlotte clutched her bruised wrist on the floor, looking at me in absolute shock. She pointed a finger at me like a madwoman.
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