Cheating on Our Wedding Eve

The night before our wedding, my fiancée, Lucy, insisted on going to a bachelorette party thrown by her childhood friends. When I kicked open the VIP room door, I saw her riding another man, completely naked from the waist down. Seeing me, there wasn’t a single hint of panic on her face. "Don't overthink it, Christian. This is just a special pre-marital crash course they set up for me." "Each of them is showing me a different... technique. It's going to take a while. Go wait outside!" I clamped down on my raging fury and barked, "Lucy! Get the hell off him right now, or I swear to God, I’ll make you pay for this!" She rolled her eyes, ignored me, and went right back to her wild group session. Right then and there, I pulled out my phone and ordered my people to freeze every single asset under her name. I revoked access to all the luxury cars and villas I had bought her. And I pulled every single dime of my investment from the Fabian Group. Since she wanted to throw my kindness back in my face, she shouldn’t blame me for ruining her life! 1. After I made those calls, Lucy was still splayed on the sofa. A single red stiletto lay lonely on the floor. Her other shoe was still dangling from her foot, tangled with a lace thong. Her skirt was pushed all the way up to her waist, leaving nothing to the imagination. The fat guy next to her still had his hand resting casually on her thigh. It felt like an invisible hand was strangling my throat. Looking at this disgusting scene, my anger finally boiled over. "Lucy! I am asking you one last time. Are you getting the hell off him or not?!" "Stop screaming!" Lucy aggressively slapped the fat guy's hand off her leg and shrieked, "Do you have to ruin my important night to be satisfied?!" "I told you, it's a pre-marital crash course! Do you not understand English?" "Now, either shut up and watch so you can learn something, or get the hell out of here!" The blood rushed straight to my head! I froze on the spot, my ears buzzing. It took me a few seconds to process the sheer audacity of her words. "You absolute trash!" My whole body shook as I pointed my finger at the bastards who were enjoying the show. "Getting felt up by these pieces of garbage is what you call a 'course'?! Lucy, have you lost your mind?!" Lucy’s face instantly darkened. Without a word, she stood up, raised her hand, and slapped me hard across the face. She hit me so hard my cheek burned instantly, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. "Christian, don't you dare slander my friends!" "I am learning all this for your sake! Instead of thanking them, you’re standing here throwing a tantrum. You are being completely unreasonable!" I stared at her in shock, unable to believe such shameless words could actually come out of her mouth. Once I snapped out of it, I raised my hand and slapped her right back. "For my sake? Lucy, you are disgustingly shameless!" The force of my slap sent Lucy tumbling onto the floor in a messy heap. She held her cheek, glared up at me, and shrieked so hard her voice cracked. "Christian! How dare you lay a hand on me?!" Then, she shot a look at her childhood friend, James, who was standing nearby, and hissed, "Teach him a lesson! Make him realize who he's talking to!!" Receiving his orders, James immediately kicked me hard in the stomach. Then, he and the fat guy pinned me to the floor, locking me down so I couldn’t move. James sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Do you know Jones Enterprises?" He ground the heel of his leather shoe hard into my hand. "That's a top-tier company! Arthur Jones is my uncle!" "I'm doing you a favor by sleeping with Lucy. Instead of being grateful, you actually dare to cause trouble for her?" He pressed down even harder on my hand. "Say one more word, and I'll make sure you disappear from New York tonight!" "Jones?!" That name sent a shockwave through my chest, and I almost laughed out loud. The same Arthur Jones who was practically begging me on his knees last month, trying to get into my good graces? Looking at James's shameless face, I spat out a cold laugh. "Pfft! Arthur Jones? He might be a big deal to you, but to me, he isn’t even fit to carry my shoes!" Seeing how arrogant I was, James completely lost his mind. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared, "Motherfucker! You're asking for death! Beat him to a pulp!!" The second the words left his mouth, a hail of fists and kicks rained down on me! "Alright! Don't actually kill him. If you do, am I supposed to be a widow tomorrow?!" After what felt like forever, Lucy finally spoke up to stop them. Her voice was cold, completely devoid of emotion. She strolled over to where I was curled up on the ground and tapped my bloody head with the toe of her high heel. "Christian, if you know what's good for you, you’ll behave." "If you ever speak to my friends like that again, I’ll make sure you pack up your pathetic bones and get out of New York! The further, the better!" "Marry me? Maybe in your next life!" 2. With that, she turned around without a single backward glance, letting another man wrap his arm around her waist as they walked back into the VIP room. It was as if she had just swept away a piece of annoying trash. Watching her retreat, my heart felt like it was being pricked by a thousand needles. To make sure I wouldn't cause any more trouble, James and his crew tied me up tightly. When the sky was just starting to turn gray, the door of the VIP room finally opened. Lucy walked out, surrounded by the guys. Her face was flushed unnaturally, and her steps were a bit unsteady. She frowned, looking disgustedly at the collar around my neck that they hadn't taken off. She reached down, untied my ropes, and instinctively tried to touch my face. "Let's go. If we hurry to the wedding venue now, we might still make it." The next second, a suffocating wave of cologne mixed with another man’s scent invaded my nostrils! My stomach churned. Pure instinct took over, and I violently slapped her hand away. "Christian!" Lucy’s hand froze in mid-air. The impatience on her face instantly turned into sharp fury. "What the hell is your problem?!" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and hissed through gritted teeth, "Lucy, the wedding is off." Lucy’s pupils shrunk. "What did you say? Say that again?!" "I said, we are done!" I spat out every single word. Slap! A heavy blow landed on my face. She used all her strength. My ears rang, and blood seeped from my lip again. "Done?!" "I have tolerated you for so long, giving you the chance to climb into my family’s social circle! And you dare to say we're done?" "Christian, who do you think you are?! You’re just a blue-collar contractor who got lucky. Without me, you’re absolutely nothing!" Looking at the woman in front of me and hearing her words, I felt nothing but bitterness. When I first started dating Lucy, her family was on the brink of bankruptcy. I was afraid she would feel insecure, so I hid my identity as the sole heir to the Franklin family fortune—the richest family in New York. Instead, I quietly funded her family from behind the scenes to help them rise again. Yes, the Fabian family was doing well now, but compared to my family, they were still peasants. Who would have thought that my good intentions would end up being trampled on like this? It was as hilarious as it was pathetic. While I was lost in thought, Lucy grabbed my collar and dragged me forward like a dying dog. "It seems you didn't learn your lesson last night! James!" She turned and yelled. James and the fat guy strolled out of the next room, holding cigarettes, their faces wearing exhausted but cruel smirks after a night of indulgence. "This loser is acting tough. He wants to call off the wedding. Keep teaching him a lesson!" Lucy pointed at me, her eyes filled with pure malice. "Break him until he submits!" "You got it, babe. Easy!" James sneered, grabbing me by the hair and dragging me toward the pitch-black alley at the back of the club. The fat guy and another bald guy immediately stepped up, pinning my arms. "Take him to the back alley! It’s quieter there!" Lucy’s cold voice echoed from behind. The back alley of the nightclub was piled with garbage and rusty crates. They threw me onto the concrete floor like a sack of garbage. "Loser, I gave you a chance, but you just had to ask for death!" "I heard your construction site is rushing a deadline? You're almost out of materials, right?" James squatted down with an ugly smirk, flicking a lighter right in front of my eyes. "Do you believe that with one phone call, I can make sure your newly ordered shipment of materials... turns to ashes before sunrise?" My chest tightened. That batch of materials wasn't just about the project deadline; it affected the livelihoods of my entire construction crew! "If you touch my things, I swear..." I warned, my eyes bloodshot. "You swear what?" The fat guy laughed mockingly, pulling a thick iron pipe from the trash heap. He weighed the pipe in his hand, taking slow steps toward me, his eyes locking onto my right leg. "A dirty contractor trying to play the hero?!" "Looks like we really need to show you how things work. Broken arm or broken leg? You choose." A chill ran down my spine. These psychopaths were actually capable of doing it. I gritted my teeth and roared, "Don't you dare!" "Why wouldn't I dare?" The fat guy spat, raising the iron pipe high and aiming straight for my knee. 3. Just as the iron pipe was about to swing down! "Stop!" A sharp voice rang out, and my assistant, Sean, rushed into the alley with seven or eight heavy-duty guards. Every single one of them was carrying crowbars and tactical batons! "Mr. Franklin!" Sean’s eyes turned red when he saw my bloody state. He let out a roar and charged. "You dare beat Mr. Franklin?! I'll make you pay with your lives!!" James and his crew were startled by the sudden intrusion. "You piece of shit, you actually called backup?" James cursed, letting go of me and stepping up to Sean without a hint of fear. In fact, he looked excited. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" He grabbed Sean’s collar, spitting as he yelled, "Do you know who owns this turf? Arthur Jones!" "You dare to act tough here? One call from me, and you'll all be buried underground by tomorrow morning!!" Sean and his men weren’t intimidated at all. They raised their batons, ready to swing. Right then, a sharp car horn echoed through the alley. The next second, a middle-aged man in a casual jacket and messy hair stepped out of a car at the entrance of the alley. Seeing the chaotic standoff, he frowned and yelled impatiently, "Who is causing trouble on my turf?!" Hearing the voice, James spun around. The moment he saw the middle-aged man's face, his whole body shivered, and his cigarette dropped straight to the ground! In an instant, his face morphed into a groveling smile, and he practically crawled over. "Uncle Arthur! What are you doing in a dump like this?" He bowed so low his head almost touched the ground. "Hold on, let me guide you inside! I’ll get the cleanest VIP room ready for you!" Arthur Jones's forehead creased with deep annoyance. He completely ignored James. His impatient gaze swept over the crowd and finally landed on my face. The moment he saw me. It was as if Arthur had been struck by lightning. His entire body shuddered violently. "Mr.... Mr. Franklin?!" His lips trembled so hard he couldn't even control his limbs. He froze on the spot for a solid three seconds before snapping out of it. He stumbled forward, rushing to my side. "Mr. Franklin! You... how... how did you get hurt like this?!" Then, he stood up straight, his bloodshot eyes glaring furiously at the crowd. His gaze locked onto James, who was already frozen in shock. The next second, Arthur roared like a wild beast, "James! You absolute piece of trash!! What did you do to Mr. Franklin?!" "This guy wouldn't behave, so my boys and I were just teaching him a lesson. Who knew he’d actually call backup!" James said, acting like it was no big deal. Hearing this, Arthur’s face turned from pale to completely purple. He delivered a brutal kick straight to James’s chest, sending him flying back and crashing heavily into the ground. "You brainless bastard!" Then, Arthur fell straight to his knees right in front of me, his voice shaking uncontrollably. "Mr. Franklin, it’s my fault. I failed to educate my nephew. I am so sorry you had to go through this." "Please rest assured... I will make sure these bastards pay dearly!" James lay on the ground, his brain completely failing to process the situation. He yelled in frustration, "Uncle Arthur... what are you doing? Why are you being so polite to this loser?!" Arthur stood up, spun around, and kicked James in the ribs again. "Open your blind eyes! Mr. Franklin is the sole heir to the Franklin Empire—the richest family in New York!" "Who the hell do you think you are?! You dared to lay a hand on him?!"