On the set of Truth or Dare, the host turned to my fiancée and asked, "Have you ever cheated on your partner?" My fiancée, Chloe, was hooked up to a lie detector. She hesitated for a moment, then looked at me and said, "At our engagement party, my ex-boyfriend got drunk and came crying to me." I couldn't help but interrupt, "Didn't we sleep together that night?" Chloe took a deep breath. "Yes. You were lying right next to us, so we were very quiet, afraid of waking you. But he was drunk, and he was intentionally rough, so I had to stifle my screams." In an instant, the audience was stunned into silence. The host let out a low whistle. "That's... intense." I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists. If she told the truth, she'd win a million dollars. For a million dollars, this woman had stopped pretending completely! This wasn't just any ordinary game of Truth or Dare. It was a reality show that operated in a legal grey area, which is why we had to fly to the US to participate. Contestants had to bring their families. There were five questions in total. Each truthful answer earned $200,000. Answer all five correctly, and you walk away with a million dollars. But once you start, you absolutely cannot quit. If you quit, you lose all the prize money. Chloe said, "Don't blame me. No one dislikes money. Anyway, I'm about to have a million dollars. Worst case scenario, I'll break off the engagement. The moment we landed in America, I never planned on staying with you." I clenched my jaw. This b*tch. She didn't even know she was already finished. Chloe had fought hard to get a spot on this show. To get us here, she even lied to me, saying she wanted a honeymoon in Las Vegas before the wedding. Only after we landed did she confess she wanted to be on this show. I immediately looked it up and found out countless families had been destroyed by it. Chloe kept reassuring me, swearing she had never done anything to betray me. Liar. She was lying from the start. But what Chloe didn't know was that I had a backup plan. Before coming to the show, I took her to a drive-thru chapel—classic Vegas style—and asked her if she'd marry me. To keep up the charade and get me on the show, she said yes. This is America. This is Las Vegas. Chloe had no idea our marriage was already effective. Completely legal. Turns out, I bet right. When she tricked me into coming here for this show, I predicted she must have done plenty of things to wrong me. Now, every cent of the prize money she earned by tearing apart our relationship and humiliating me belonged to me. What she was speaking wasn't just the truth; it was the evidence that would leave her with nothing in the divorce! 1 After Chloe gave her answer, the host checked the lie detector results and said, "That is the truth. Next question." Chloe let out a sigh of relief. She glanced at me, her eyes devoid of any affection. All she could think about was that million dollars. The host continued, "Second question: Do you love your partner?" Chloe laughed. "What kind of question is that? I don't love him. I'm marrying him only because he was the best option among my suitors. But I'm about to have a million dollars, so... who cares about him? I'm a smart woman." As she said this, Chloe shrugged, thinking she was being witty. She knew nothing about America. The show's interpreter glanced at Chloe. When he translated her answer, the entire audience started booing. Chloe panicked and shouted, "Girl power! Girls help girls!" It didn't work. Several women in the audience yelled, "B*tch!" The host signaled for quiet and smiled. "Seems like our show is getting interesting. Does the gentleman have anything to say?" I looked at Chloe and asked, "Have you thought about the fact that this show might be broadcast back home? That our parents might see it?" Chloe sneered. "A million dollars is seven million RMB. When I'm living in a penthouse in Shanghai or Beijing, driving a Porsche, do you think I'll care what people think of me?" I asked, "Have I ever wronged you?" Chloe said, "No, you haven't. You're a good man, and I do feel I've wronged you. It's just that I deserve a better life." The host announced, "The lie detector indicates you are telling the truth. Congratulations, you've accumulated $400,000. Are you ready for your third question?" Chloe smiled. "Ready." She acted so indifferent. True, she had already self-destructed with the first question. What did she have left to fear? I clenched my fists, hate bubbling in my chest. On the night of our engagement party, while I was sleeping, she was doing that with her ex right next to me. Nothing she said could hurt me more than that. But I underestimated how low the show could go. The host looked at Chloe with interest. "You've boldly spoken your truth on this show, which means you'll face strange looks from family and friends when you return home. We understand you have a plan. What do you intend to do?" Chloe looked at me and said, "I won't be going back. I'm staying in America." "But your tourist visa will expire." Chloe suddenly announced, "It doesn't matter. I'm going to marry an American man." I was stunned. What did she mean, marry an American man? The host chuckled. "We have a special guest today. Would you mind introducing him to us?" Chloe nodded. "Please meet my fiancé, Tyler." I couldn't process it. I was her fiancé. Why was there suddenly another fiancé with a foreign name? Music started playing, and from behind the big screen walked a sloppy American man. He weighed at least 250 pounds, looked unkempt, and honestly, greasy. I was in shock. Since when did Chloe have a fiancé behind my back? The host said, "Your third truth: please explain this situation to us." Chloe said, "As you can see, I'm a smart woman. When I came to America for this show, I knew what I'd face back home. So, a month ago, I started posting sexy photos of myself online." My eyes widened. I couldn't help but ask, "A month ago? Wasn't that when we were preparing for the wedding?" Chloe replied, "At this point, the mask is off, so I have nothing to hide. I have to admit, posting thirst traps while wearing a wedding dress really gets the attention of foreigners. I love this open country." "In China, wearing a wedding dress means accepting oppression from a husband. Bearing children for them, becoming a pathetic housewife." "But America is different. In this land of freedom, I can express myself fully." The interpreter's face turned dark. I sighed. Chloe was so focused on grabbing money that she didn't understand America at all. The interpreter looked like he wanted to slap her. The host said to the interpreter, "Please translate the lady's words." The interpreter awkwardly relayed Chloe's statement. Instantly, the crowd erupted in curses. Especially the female audience members, who were shouting all kinds of profanities at Chloe. The host said, "It seems the lady has watched too many Hollywood movies and misunderstood our culture. We are in Las Vegas, Nevada. We lean Republican here." Chloe looked clueless. "What's the difference?" The host explained, "You foreign tourists might be 'open,' but to us, marriage is exactly what you despise. Men go out to provide, women stay home to care for the house and children. Our women oppose abortion, support traditional families, and are modest and conservative." Chloe's face grew uglier by the second. The host continued, "Our wives prepare meals with care for their husbands, iron their suits, and take the family to church every Sunday, taking pride in such a life. If you want to marry into America, at least understand American culture. Or maybe you should go to California; you'll find plenty of Democrat friends to support you there." In that moment, Chloe finally understood. This was a Republican stronghold. In the eyes of this audience, she was a loose, shameless slut. And just moments ago, she was clowning around shouting "girls help girls." The host smiled. "Please continue." Chloe realized her predicament. Feeling the scornful gazes of the audience, she braced herself and said, "It doesn't matter. Once I get the million dollars, I can go to California and pursue the life I want. Anyway, after I posted some sexy photos..." The host interrupted, "Please specify the degree of sexiness." Chloe awkwardly said, "Photos without clothes." "Specifically, how much without clothes?" "Completely naked." "How many views did these posts get?" "Some got a few, some got tens of thousands." The audience immediately started shouting insults at Chloe. Whore. Slut. Chloe panted in humiliation, seemingly motivating herself with the thought of the million dollars. She continued, "Some men DM'd me. I expressed that I wanted to get married, and then I chose Tyler." The audience started protesting. Some people stood up to curse her. For dramatic effect, the host handed the microphone to a woman in the audience. She said, "How could anyone want to marry an internet slut? Did you choose this man named Tyler, or was he the only one willing to marry you?" Tyler yawned, and in front of everyone, reached into his shorts and scratched his butt. Chloe admitted honestly, "Only he was willing. Everyone else rejected me." The woman rolled her eyes. "While your fiancé was preparing for the wedding, you were posting shameless photos online just to marry over here. You truly only deserve a low-value man like him." Tyler got angry, flipping the woman off and looking ready to fight her until security held him back. I clenched my fists, feeling utterly humiliated. So the moment Chloe found out she could be on the show, she started preparing back home. She had been cucking me for who knows how long! Chloe shrugged. "I don't care. You're all just jealous. Once I get the million dollars and marry Tyler for a green card, I'll have a happy life." I sneered when I heard that. She was still fantasizing about marrying Tyler and spending that million dollars in America, unaware she was already married to me. She couldn't marry Tyler. When her visa expired, she'd have to go back. She wouldn't have a happy life. All our friends and family would witness what a cheap person she was. When this hit the courts, she'd regret every single confession she made! Chloe noticed my smile. "Are you laughing at me?" I nodded. "Yeah, I am." Chloe retorted, "What right do you have to laugh at me! I admit I'm bad, but I've already earned $600,000!" I looked at her coldly. She hadn't earned $600,000. She had earned me $600,000. She thought enduring humiliation was making her rich, but she didn't know she was making money for me. The host picked up his mic. "Congratulations on earning $600,000. And congratulations to our show; I believe this episode will have record-breaking ratings." While the host spoke, I waved to a producer on the side. The producer came over and asked if I wanted to speak. I said, "I'll give you a scoop that will send your ratings through the roof." The producer looked confused. I leaned in and whispered, "We got married today. Please help me contact a lawyer. I'm going to make this woman lose everything. You can make this the final question." The producer's eyes widened in disbelief. I took out the marriage certificate and waved it in front of him. Immediately, the producer gave me a thumbs up and excitedly ran off to make arrangements. The host smiled. "Now, for $800,000. Miss, do you..." Just as the host was about to ask the fourth question, the producer ran up to him. He whispered excitedly into the host's ear. The host listened, then looked at me in surprise. He put down the original question card and asked Chloe, "Miss, you are about to win a million dollars, but you have committed adultery and deceit against your fiancé. Now, both your fiancé and the man you intend to marry are here. Have you and Tyler done anything?" My heart skipped a beat. The show was helping me!
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