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Cheating 94

    Chapter <b>1 </b>


    At our bachelor party, I watched my fiancé casually drink from his junior colleague’s ss like it was the most natural thing in the world.


    That’s when I knew–he’d fallen for her.


    I sat there watching them chat away, from work projects to life dreams, their conversation flowing like old lovers.


    I didn’t make a scene. I just confronted him that night.


    “Pick one,” I said. “Call off the engagement, or I’ll make sure her academic career goes up in smoke.”


    Without a word, he stormed out, not returning until early the next morning with a despondent expression.


    “The wedding’s still on.”


    But on our wedding day, when he saw me in my gown, something shifted in his expression.


    “The bride I wanted to marry isn’t you. I screwed up. I never should’ve let her go…”


    After dropping that line, he bolted from the scene.


    I just watched the chaos among the guests with a calm smile.


    Ten minutester, he and his junior colleague were kissing passionately at the airport.


    Meanwhile, his family’s corporate stock plummeted ten points.


    Since he chose betrayal, he shouldn’t be surprised when I drag him straight to hell.


    My phone screen was stuck on Ryder Montgomery’s Instagram post.


    The caption was just one line:


    [This time, I’m choosing love.]


    In the photo, he was wearing the suit I’d personally picked out, kissing Ivy Hartley at the airport.


    Our mutual friends were having a field day in thements:


    [Ryder’s got some balls. Where’s Zara supposed to show her face now?]


    [Ditching your bride at the altar, then making out with your side piece at the airport? Girl really bet on the wrong horse.]


    [Has Ryder lost his damn mind? Throwing both families under the bus for some chick?]


    1 pulled my eyes away from the screen and stared at the wedding rings sitting on my desk.


    Our initials were still engraved inside the bands.


    Ryder had designed these rings himself. He’d added mas to the outer bands so that whenever the two rings got close,


    they’d snap together.


    He’d told me it was because of his severe OCD–he might not always be able to be physically close to me, but the rings were proof of his love<b>. </b>


    He also promised he’d work on oveing this issues.


    I hadn’t pushed him. I’d been willing to respect his boundaries.


    But then, at the bachelor party, I watched him grab Ivy’s ss and take a sip without a second thought.


    When she noticed me staring at the ss in his hand, Ivy turned to me with this innocent smile.


    “Zara, don’t read into it. Sometimes we’re in meetings for hours, and we all just share drinks. It’s no big deal–you’re not bothered by that, are you?”


    Before I could answer, a friend of Ivy jumped in, linking arms with me.


    “Come on, something that small? Zara wouldn’t sweat the small stuff. You’re really underestimating her here.”


    This way, they put me in an impossible position–if I minded, it would mean I didn’t trust Ryder.


    But how could I not mind?


    That night, when I brought it up with Ryder, he looked all embarrassed and apologized, promising he’d be more careful next time. <fn5bf4> ?????? ???? f?ndnovel</fn5bf4>


    Now I realize those were just empty words. He wanted the my family’s backing and his precious little side piece.


    What a joke.


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    Suddenly, my assistant knocked and came in. “Ms. Shaw, Mr. Montgomery Senior is on line one. Should I put him through?”


    I looked down at the blinking name on the phone. “How much now?”


    “Seven percent. Total market value down about forty million.”


    Not enough. That pocket change didn’t evene close to covering the humiliation he’d put me through.


    “Okay.” My voice waspletely t. “Tell Mr. Montgomery Senior that if he can’t control his son, someone else will.”


    “Should I have PR handle the online bacsh?”


    “No need.”


    “Since he chose love, let’s give everyone a front–row seat to see if his choice was worth it.”


    I stared intently at the photo on the screen–at Ryder’s expression of being utterly lost in love–my thoughts churning endlessly.


    The phone on my desk remained dead silent.


    My assistant must havemunicated with Ryder’s father; he hadn’t contacted me since.


    But I hadn’t expected the old man toe down this hard.


    Soon enough, my phone started buzzing. This time it was Ryder.


    I didn’t pick up. Just <b>let </b>it ring and ring until it finally went quiet.


    A few secondster, the screen lit up with a text:


    [Zara, you’re really shameless. Just because I chose Ivy, you’re gonna destroy me? Are you really this jealous and vindictive?]


    Then another one:


    [Look, I know I hurt you, but you can’t force love. If you really loved me, wouldn’t you let me go? Why are you using these underhanded tactics to force me into submission? You’re such a disappointment!]


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    I paused for a moment, then felt my lips curve into a smile.


    He could’ve been honest with me from the start. But he didn’t–not when there were benefits on the table.


    Who was the one with severe OCD who had to wash his hands a dozen times after I touched him, but had no problem with Ivy’s saliva?


    And who was the one who gently, firmly promised the wedding would go on as nned, then publicly humiliated me at the altar, turning me into aughingstock?


    He thought he was so clever, ying his little love triangle game, keeping two women on the hook.


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    But he used the most humiliating method possible to pin me to the wall of shame, turning me into the biggest joke in our social circle.


    And now he had the audacity to lecture me about “letting him go“?


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    I texted my assistant: [Speed it up. I need it hit ten percent by tonight.]


    After she confirmed, I switched away from the airport photos and watched Montgomery Corp’s market value evaporate, bit by bit.


    I trusted Mr. Montgomery wouldn’t let me down.


    My phone lit up again. Still Ryder. This time, his tone hadpletely changed.


    [Zara, can we talk? This isn’t doing anyone any good. My parents are going out of their minds. Give me one more chance, okay?]


    [You’re just pissed because I embarrassed you today, right? I’ll make it right. You can punish me however you want, just leave my dad out of this. He didn’t do anything wrong.]
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