I Caught My Best Friend With My Groom the Night Before the Wedding

One week before the wedding.

My best friend Olivia Evans came from out of town to help me prepare for the wedding.

Late at night, she was still showering in the bathroom when her phone screen suddenly lit up.

"Ava, can you check who it is for me?"

I teased with a smile, "Aren't you afraid I'll discover your little secret?"

I swiped open the screen and tapped into WeChat. A new message popped up in the pinned conversation.

[Babe, wanna try this tonight?]

A photo was attached below.

In the photo was a black lace bra and a leather collar.

Immediately after, a voice message popped up.

"You said you liked it last time, so I prepared it specially."

I tapped the voice message, and my fingertips instantly turned ice-cold.

That voice was too familiar.

Familiar enough that every syllable was etched into my bones—it was my fiancé, Ethan Sullivan.

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The room's heater was on full blast.

The sound of running water from the shower echoed loudly, each drop feeling like a hammer blow to my chest, suffocating me. I stared at that WeChat account I had never seen before, reading the explicit and intimate conversation between Ethan and Olivia, feeling as if I were the outsider.

Even.

An absurd thought flashed through my mind.

Could it be a mistake?

Maybe it was just a similar voice?

After all.

Olivia had been my best friend since childhood. She had never been in a relationship and had even publicly stated she had no interest in men. The first time she met Ethan, her face was full of disdain. Right in front of me, she said:

"So you're that poor guy?"

She was merciless, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment. She looked Ethan up and down and coldly warned:

"Treat my Ava well, or I'll make you regret it!"

That meeting ended badly.

To this day, Ethan still frowns when mentioning Olivia: "If it weren't for you, I would have cut ties with her long ago."

I looked at the WeChat.

The man using matching profile pictures with Olivia sent another sticker. My heart felt as if pierced by needles. I hurriedly turned off the phone and pulled up Ethan's number.

I initiated a video call.

The ringtone only sounded for a few seconds.

"Honey."

Ethan's face appeared on the screen. He turned the camera to show his friends behind him, who waved and smiled at me.

"Sis here to check up on us?"

"Don't worry, Sis, we're keeping an eye on Ethan for you!"

"This guy only has you in his heart; we're almost sick of it!"

Those guys were Ethan's childhood friends and also his business partners on this business trip to expand their venture. Looking at Ethan's gentle smile, I asked softly:

"Is everything going well on your end?"

He leaned closer to the camera, lowering his voice: "I miss you so much. I wish I could fly back right now."

Hearing him call me "honey" repeatedly, my cheeks flushed, but a heavy weight pressed on my heart. I forced a smile:

"Work is important. No need to rush back."

I shouldn't doubt Ethan, doubt our five-year relationship, and the wedding that was about to happen.