Chapter 1

The night before our engagement, Marcus had my stepsister Olivia pinned down on our wedding bed, tangled up together.

He didn't answer my calls. Only after finishing sex did he bother to text me back.

"I'm having dinner with a client. My phone died earlier. What's up?"

I uploaded the surveillance footage I'd just downloaded straight to Twitter and announced the cancellation of our engagement.

Marcus hadn't noticed my Twitter post. He was too busy cuddling with Olivia in his arms for another round.

Less than a minute after I posted, my notifications blew up to 99 messages.

Marcus's cousin Lester messaged excitedly:

"Shit, this content is R-rated! No minors allowed!"

"Sophie, did you get hacked?"

"You and my brother should watch this kind of porn video under the covers, not post it publicly~"

"Wait a second! Why does this guy look like my brother??"

I sneered and replied:

"It looks like him because it IS him. Your brother's starring in it himself."

I didn't bother replying to the other comments. Instead, I posted another pinned tweet:

"Thank you all for your concern. My engagement to Marcus tomorrow is cancelled."

After posting that, I logged out of Twitter.

My mom called me several times in a row. I didn't answer.

She was extremely satisfied with Marcus, practically wanting to announce to the whole world that I was about to marry into a wealthy family.

Now that she'd suddenly seen I was calling off the engagement, she'd definitely make me delete everything.

My phone kept vibrating in my palm.

I simply turned it off. Out of sight, out of mind.

After driving to a bar, I ordered a whiskey and waited patiently.

Someone like Marcus never checked Twitter. It was normal that he hadn't seen my messages yet.

But I knew it wouldn't be long before someone with a loose tongue would notify him.

My friend asked why it took me so long to arrive.

I laughed bitterly: "I was helping someone catch cheaters."

And speak of the devil—here came the cheater himself.

Marcus pushed through the noisy, crowded bar toward our private room.

His brows were furrowed, his expression dark.

He kept pulling out his phone to make calls, like he had urgent business.

And the woman who'd just been desperately entangled with him in bed was following right behind him, step for step.

She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and said something I couldn't hear, tears in her eyes.

Marcus looked extremely impatient. He pried her arms off and shoved her aside, turning to leave without a backward glance.

The woman burst into tears, sitting on the ground crying her heart out.

I hadn't been able to see her face clearly in the surveillance footage earlier. Now, as the bar lights flashed, I finally got a good look at her.

Fair skin, beautiful features, big eyes, an oval face—exactly Marcus's type.

And as it happened, I knew this person too. It was none other than Olivia, the daughter my stepmother had brought into the family.

I stared at her in a daze. My friend patted my shoulder.

"Sophie, is your phone dead?"

The bar was too noisy for me to hear her clearly.

Seeing this, she sighed and leaned closer.

"Marcus is going crazy looking for you! He even called me!"

She held her phone in front of me, showing an active call.

The bar was blasting DJ music at that moment, making my head throb.

My friend very considerately held the phone to my ear. I could faintly hear Marcus's voice on the other end.

"Sophie, it's not what you think! Let me explain!"

I snatched the phone and threw it into the ice bucket.

My friend shrieked, "Sophie, my phone! Why are you dragging me into your fight!"

My gaze swept over the woman who'd been crying her eyes out moments ago. I snorted coldly:

"I'll buy you a new one later."

"Men are like phones. When they don't work right, you throw them out."