My Fiancée and Best Friend Plotted My Death, So I Ruined Their Lives

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I bought a bouquet of fresh red roses, wanting to give my fiance a surprise.

Instead, I caught her completely naked, tangling with another man on the bridal bed I had painstakingly prepared for our upcoming wedding.

And that man was none other than Justin Cartermy best friend, the guy Id been joined at the hip with since childhood.

Later, the wedding went on as scheduled. But I made sure every single guest got to enjoy a high-definition video of them screwing.

After her reputation was completely ruined, she came crying, begging for my forgiveness. But she ended up being stabbed and permanently disabled by my dear "best friend."

These past few weeks, I had been working myself to the bone preparing for our wedding. Today, I took a day off specifically to decorate our new house.

I glanced at my watch as I unlocked the front door. It was 10:50 AM.

Chloe was lazy. She was probably still sleeping in.

I couldnt help but think of the sweet morning kiss she had planted on my forehead before I left earlier. I touched my forehead, smiling like a happy kid.

Treading softly through the hallway, I held the red roses behind my back and reached for the master bedroom door handle.

Then, I heard itthe unmistakable, breathless moans coming from inside.

Through the crack of the door, I saw my girlfriend of five years, Chloe Miller, tangling on the bed with a man whose face I couldn't see. They were going at it so hard that the bed wouldn't stop squeaking.

Chloes giggles, mixed with the man's dirty talk, drifted straight into my ears.

"Baby, whos better? Me or him?"

"You, of course! Hes just a pathetic, rich simp."

"You look so sexy in this lingerie. Did he buy this for you?"

The man slid the silk strap off her shoulder, his hands roaming over every inch of her skin. Chloe closed her eyes in ecstasy.

"Of course. He has more money than he knows what to do with. Its his job to spend it on me, isn't it?"

Listening to those filthy words, I gripped the doorframe. Rage almost obliterated the last shred of my sanity.

Five years ago, right after Chloe broke up with her ex, I had showered her with flowers, jewelry, and endless affection for six months before I finally won her heart.

I genuinely loved her, even though she had always been cold and distant.

I believed that if I just loved her enough, treated her like a queen, and met every single one of her material desires, she would eventually fall in love with me.

Last month, I finally gathered the courage to propose. To my surprise, she agreed without a second thought.

Filled with beautiful dreams of our future, I threw myself into planning the perfect wedding.

She, too, changed her cold attitude. She started kissing me goodbye in the mornings and greeting me with a warm smile when I came home.

For a moment, I thought I was finally experiencing true happiness. Until I saw this disgusting scene.

The happiness that had filled my heart for weeks shattered into a million pieces.

Was I not good enough to her? Why did she have to humiliate me like this?

It turned out that these five years of love were nothing but a one-man show.

She had had a side piece all along. She only kept me around as her personal ATM, bleeding me dry for her lavish lifestyle.

My family was incredibly wealthy. My parents were successful real estate investors. Though they passed away early, they left me a massive trust fund.

I was raised by my wealthy Uncle Marcus, never lacking anything. I could easily live a luxurious life without working a single day.

So, she was only with me for my money?

I couldn't accept it. I couldn't accept that she was enjoying my wealth while using my money to fund her secret hookups.

But then, I thought about how sweet she had been to me lately.

Maybe... maybe she just made a mistake? Like a wild bachelorette party mistake? Maybe she just hired a hot male model on a whim?

If she was willing to apologize, if she just gave me a good explanation, I would probably still forgive her...

Five years of dating was too long. I really couldn't bear to throw it all away.

Suppressing the urge to kick the door open and smash both of their faces in, I slammed my fist hard against the hallway wall. My silent rage bled through my knuckles.

*Thud!*

The two on the bed froze. Chloe tried to get up to investigate, but the man eagerly pinned her back down.

"Stop it... what if Ethan is back?"

"Don't worry about him. What can he do? He's practically a dead man anyway."

*A dead man? What did he mean by that? I was standing right here, perfectly healthy.*

A wave of confusion washed over me. I stopped my footsteps and kept listening.

"Are you sure about this? Messing with his car brakes... will it really kill him?"

"Trust me. Back in college, we used to go street racing. I've known him for ten years; I know exactly how he drives."

"I managed to coax him into signing a one-million-dollar accidental death insurance policy a couple of days ago. The sole beneficiary is me!"

"Once you guys are officially married and we make our move, youll get his entire estate too!"

My heart, which had already sunk into a frozen abyss, turned completely cold.

I couldn't see his face before, but now, hearing that familiar voice, I knew exactly who it was.

Justin Carter.

We had ten years of friendship. We grew up together. He was closer to me than a biological brother.

Three years ago, when his family went bankrupt, I immediately hired him as the Vice President of my companyonly one step below me.

At the time, he patted my shoulder and promised he would help me take the company to the next level, swearing he would never betray my trust.

For a second, I felt completely disoriented. The hallway around me began to blur.

What was real in this world, and what was a lie?

The woman I cherished above all else, and the brother I would have taken a bullet for.

Since when had they been screwing behind my back?

They were actually planning to murder me for my insurance money and steal everything I owned...

*Calm down.*

I walked quietly into the guest bathroom, locked the door, and splashed cold water on my face. I needed to think of a way to deal with this trash couple.

On the coffee table in the living room lay the insurance policy she hadn't had time to hide. It triggered a memory from three days ago.

Chloe must have been bragging about her "victory" to Justin before I came home.

The reason she had been so affectionate lately was to keep me from suspecting anything.

Three days ago, she had sweet-talked me into drinking a lot of wine.

While I was completely wasted, she took my ID and forged my signature on the application.

After it was approved, she grabbed my phone and deleted all the confirmation texts and call logs.

The hilarious part? She had been living off my money for years.

Even the premium for this insurance policy was paid using my credit card. She really took "parasite" to a whole new level.

They wanted to make me a fool and steal my estate?

Without hesitation, I called the insurance company, declared that the policy was opened without my knowledge or consent, and cancelled it immediately.

The disgusting sounds from the bedroom were still going. I walked out of the house silently and called our wedding planner.

"Hi, there's a change of plans. I want to swap out the video slideshow for the reception."

Because I wanted to respect Chloe, I had lived like a monk for the past five years. Our physical intimacy had never gone past hugging and kissing.

To gather cute footage for our wedding video, I had installed a small, discreet camera in our bedroom a few days ago.

This morning, I was still planning to edit a clip of our morning kiss into the slideshow to show everyone our "sweet love."

Now, it seemed entirely unnecessary.

I had spent five years treating her like a saint, only for my "best friend" to get the prize.

Was there any man on earth more pathetic than me?

I opened my laptop, downloaded the footage of their passionate afternoon session from the cloud, and replaced the original wedding slideshow file.

Since they loved screwing behind my back so much, I was going to let them perform in front of all our family and friends.

Over the next few days, I acted completely normal. I didn't reject any of Chloes advances.

"Babe, let's go get our marriage license registered early."

Under the dim lights, she breathed softly into my ear, wearing the exact same red silk lingerie she wore when she slept with Justin.

She was using every trick in the book to seduce me.

In the past, this would have been the ultimate reward for me.

But now, looking at her, she was no different from a streetwalker.

She just wanted to become my legal wife as quickly as possible so she could claim my estate once I "accidentally" died, and then run off with Justin.

I closed my eyes, forced a tired smile, and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek.

"I'm so exhausted tonight, babe. Let's do it another day."

She pulled away in disappointment. She tried to tease me a bit more, but seeing that I was as unmoved as stone, she rolled over and went to sleep.

Trying to lock down my assets before the wedding? No way.

The big day arrived quickly.

I had specially invited our high school and college classmatesanyone who had witnessed our five-year relationship.

Over a hundred guests packed the grand ballroom. Chloe, dressed in a gorgeous white bridal gown, gasped as she looked at the crowd.

"Wow, even the nerdy kids from college are here! How did you manage to get them all to come?"

Chloe was incredibly vain.

This lavish wedding had boosted her ego to the sky.

Seeing all her old classmates here to admire her luxury made her ecstatic, though she still tried to act surprised.

Only I knew how much money I had spent on "gift cards" just to make sure every single one of them showed up for the show.

I gently took her white-gloved hand and kissed it, acting mysterious.

"I just wanted everyone to witness our happiest moment."

She swung my hand playfully, looking so sweet and innocent. You could never guess she was the same woman who had been moaning under another man in our bed just days ago.

"You're the best, Ethan. I love you so much."

Right. Loved me enough to sleep with my best friend and plot my murder.

"Alright! Let's welcome our beautiful couple, Ethan Vance and Chloe Miller!" the MC announced.

"And now, for the next part of our ceremony, please look at the big screen for a special tribute video!"

Chloe held my hand tightly, not forgetting to throw a subtle, flirtatious glance at Justin, who was standing right next to us as my best man.

Everyone turned their eyes to the massive projector screen.

I clenched my fists, took a deep breath, and quietly let go of Chloe's hand.