My Fiancée Picked the Wrong Guy at Engagement Party

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At our engagement party, my fiance's childhood best friend, Ryan, suggested playing a blindfolded guessing game.

Unable to resist the crowd's teasing, Chloe had no choice but to tie a black silk scarf over her eyes.

When she stumbled over to Ryan, she first felt his face, and then, without warning, she slid her hand right between his thighs.

"Ryan, I knew it was you! Still the same as always."

The room erupted into wild laughter and cheers.

I stood there, the hand holding my plate of cake freezing instantly.

Seeing my awkward expression, Ryan quickly tried to laugh it off, explaining:

"Ethan, please don't get the wrong idea. Chloe and I grew up together. She's been grabbing onto me to sleep since we were kids."

"We're just too familiar with each other, that's all."

Quiet snickers rippled through the room.

Chloe tried to look angry, her eyes wide, but she couldn't help but giggle:

"Oh, shut up, Ryan! How dare you expose me in front of everyone? I'm going to kill you!"

"You have some nerve talking about me. Didn't you also love cuddling me to sleep back then?"

Ryan laughed, gently shaking her off, and waved his hand:

"Chloe, that was ages ago. Why are you bringing it up now? Alright, stop playing around..."

"What do you mean? Didn't you just last week..." Chloe blurted out.

But she cut herself off mid-sentence, suddenly snapping her mouth shut.

The atmosphere in the VIP lounge instantly turned painfully awkward.

Seeing this, Ryan quickly stepped in to smooth things over:

"See! I told you Chloe can't hold her liquor. She only had a few drinks and she's already talking nonsense."

The guests looked at each other, forced a few laughs, and played along with the joke.

But only I knew the truth.

This was no drunken slip of the tongue.

Last week was our six-year anniversary.

While we were being intimate that night, I noticed a fresh hickey on her chest.

She claimed it was just an allergic reaction to a bug bite.

I didn't think much of it at the time.

Now I realized that Ryan was that "bug."

Sensing the tension, the guests tried to change the subject with some idle chatter.

But I remained completely serious. I stood up and stared straight at Chloe:

"Keep going. What happened last week?"

Chloe froze for a second, then frowned impatiently:

"Nothing happened. Can you not be so uptight? Ryan and I are best friends. What's wrong with a little joking? He doesn't even mind."

"But I mind."

The moment the words left my mouth, the lounge fell dead silent.

All the laughter vanished.

Ryan looked incredibly uncomfortable, awkwardly turning his face away.

"Chloe, I don't care what you and him did in the past, but we are about to get married. Don't you feel disgusted with yourself doing these things with zero boundaries?"

In the next second, Chloe exploded:

"Ryan and I literally shared the same bed growing up! I've never seen him as a man, and he's never seen me as a woman. Why does your mind have to be so incredibly filthy?"

"If something was actually going on between Ryan and me, would I even be with you right now?"

Chloe kept complaining at the top of her lungs.

I laughed out of sheer anger. I walked straight up to Ryan and grabbed his belt:

"Great. Since neither of you sees the other as the opposite sex, why don't you prove it to everyone right here, right now? Let's see if I'm just overthinking!"

This time, absolutely no one was laughing.

Ryan struggled in shame and anger, but I refused to let go.

Seeing this, Chloe shrieked and lunged at me.

She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face.

"Ethan! What the hell is wrong with you? If you're crazy, go get therapy! Do you have to make everyone miserable just to be satisfied?!"

Ryan, looking utterly victimized, tugged at her sleeve and whispered:

"Chloe, don't fight with Ethan because of me. It's all my fault today... I took the joke too far. I didn't realize Ethan would be this sensitive."

Hearing this, Chloe let out a cold sneer:

"Oh, he is sensitive, alright."

Someone in the crowd couldn't hold it in and snorted.

My face burned with humiliation.

Chloe shot me a disdainful look and mocked:

"Ethan, why are you making that miserable face? For whom?"

"Everyone else can take a joke. Why are you the only one losing your mind? How long are you going to keep acting like a dramatic child?"

At that moment, I felt like a thousand needles were piercing my heart.

Every breath I took brought a sharp, throbbing pain.

In the end, I didn't say another word.

The overwhelming nausea in my stomach forced me to bolt out of the room.

Standing outside the lounge, I fell to my knees, clutching my mouth.

The stomach acid burned my throat as I gagged.

It took a long time for the feeling to finally pass.

Just then, I heard someone inside ask:

"Chloe, seriously, tell us the truth. Have you and Ryan ever actually slept together?"

"Of course we have," Chloe replied almost instantly, without a hint of hesitation.

But Ryan immediately cut in:

"Wait, we never did the actual deed, so that doesn't count!"

"Then what does it count as?" Chloe asked with a sly laugh.

"It counts as me giving you a few free massages, haha."

The lounge exploded into roaring laughter once again.

I stood outside the door, my heart completely dead.

All this blatant betrayal and crossing of lines.

From her mouth, it was all just a lighthearted joke.

After a moment of silence, I pulled out my phone and sent a message to our wedding planner on Snapchat:

"Cancel the venue reservation. The wedding is off."

When I woke up on the couch the next morning, a massive hangover made my head spin.

But as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Chloe sitting in front of her vanity mirror.

"Oh, for your sake, I got up at six in the morning to do my makeup. I wouldn't bother dressing up this nicely for anyone else."

I didn't even need to guess to know Ryan was on the other end of the line.

Chloe noticed I was awake through the mirror, and her hands paused.

"Babe, I can't go try on wedding dresses with you today. Ryan's film crew is having their wrap party, and I have to go celebrate with him. Let's do it another day."

I gave a quiet "okay" and continued to rub my temples.

The dull, throbbing headache kept coming in waves.

Seeing my pain, Chloe just rolled her eyes:

"I told you not to drink so much, but you never listen."

"There's honey in the kitchen. Go make yourself some honey water. I'm busy with my makeup and don't have time."

I found it almost funny.

She was too busy to pour me a glass of water, yet she could hold her phone between her shoulder and ear, terrified of missing a single word from Ryan.

And as for what happened last night, Chloe acted as if she had total amnesia.

No explanation, not even a half-assed apology.

Maybe she truly believed she had done nothing wrong.

I stood up and went to the kitchen to make the honey water.

I looked back at Chloe and said quietly:

"Chloe, let's break up."

The person on the phone must have said something hilarious.

She burst into loud laughter, completely ignoring my words.

After a moment, Chloe asked dismissively:

"What did you just say? I didn't hear you."

"Nothing."

I shook my head.

Soon, Chloe was ready to leave.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, I grabbed her hand:

"Why don't I come with you?"

Chloe looked at me with utter shock:

"What are you going to do there?"

Seeing that I didn't reply, her tone quickly became annoyed.

"Ethan, Ryan and I were just joking around last night. You didn't actually take that seriously, did you?"

"I'm going to his wrap party, and you want to tag along? Are you that paranoid that something is going on between us? Can you stop being so suspicious all the time?"

Hearing this, I felt a surge of cold amusement.

I hadn't even said anything, and she was already defensive.

"I'm on vacation these days, and I have nothing to do. I just want to go out and clear my head."

I looked at her calmly, a slight smile on my face:

"Unless... Ryan is the one who minds me being there, and he doesn't want me to come?"

Chloe's expression stiffened. She stammered:

"No... you're overthinking. Why would he care..."

In the end, Chloe had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

On the way to the set, she sat in the back seat, staring down at her phone playing a game.

Halfway through, her AirPods died, and the audio blasted through the speakers:

"Chloe, is your fianc crazy? Why does he have to tag along to this? You have zero freedom."

"How did you end up with such a petty man? Yesterday he made everyone so uncomfortable. It was so embarrassing."

Then came Ryan's voice, of course:

"Chloe, didn't we agree that you belong only to me today?"

"And yet you brought your man along. You clearly don't care about your best bro at all."

Hearing Ryan's half-joking, petulant words, Chloe just hummed a few times without defending me.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the venue.

As soon as we got out of the car, Ryan walked up to greet us.

When he saw Chloe, his eyes lit up:

"Wow, why are you so dressed up today? Anyone would think you're going on a hot date."

Chloe laughed and playfully punched his arm:

"Stop it! You always say I look like a tomboy with zero feminine charm."

"Since I'm here to support our big star, of course I had to put in some effort."

"Oh wow, I'm honored."

Chloe blushed and giggled, hitting his chest again.

Suddenly, she remembered I was standing right there.

She immediately pulled her hand back and forced a fake smile at me:

"Ethan, Ryan and I are just kidding around. You're not going to get mad again like yesterday, right?"

I smiled and said nothing.

We walked into the venue hall.

In the blink of an eye, Chloe had somehow changed into a white wedding gown.

She was holding Ryan's arm as they walked out from backstage.

I froze slightly at the sight.

The surrounding crew members immediately started teasing them:

"Oh my god, they look so good together! What a handsome couple!"

Ryan tried to suppress his grin, pretending to look annoyed:

"Alright, that's enough, guys. This is just for work, okay? Work!"

He explained that the show needed some promotional posters re-shot.

The lead actress was sick and couldn't make it, and Chloe's figure was the closest match.

So, they asked her to stand in, and they would use AI face-swapping in post-production.

In front of the camera, the two of them held each other intimately.

But the photographer kept asking them to strike more passionate poses.

Ryan said hypocritically:

"Chloe, is this really okay? You and Ethan haven't even taken your wedding photos yet, and here you are taking them with me. I'm worried he might feel bad."

Chloe remained nonchalant:

"It's fine. I'm just helping you with work. Ethan isn't that petty."

Finally, when the photographer suggested a "camera-angle" kiss.

The two of them didn't even hesitate. They went straight in for a passionate French kiss right in front of the lens.

As they were wrapping up, someone jokingly shouted:

"Wow! Now that the wedding photos are done and the kissing is out of the way, should we head straight to the honeymoon suite?!"

Hearing this, Ryan tried to look serious:

"Stop messing around. Chloe's fianc is right here. What honeymoon suite? Come on..."

On the side, Chloe sneered:

"Oh, look at you acting all innocent now. I've never seen you this shy before."

Just then, a crew member stepped up, pushing Chloe into Ryan's arms with a smirk:

"Ryan, weren't you complaining that the lead actress was too stiff in that bed scene? Why don't you and Chloe shoot a quick reference take? We can use AI face-swapping later. It'll look incredibly real!"

Chloe leaned into Ryan's chest, half-resisting, but she didn't say no.

Ryan looked down at her, his voice dripping with temptation:

"Chloe, are we best friends or what? If we are, do your boy a favor."

Chloe looked over at me, a hint of mockery on her face:

"I want to help you, Ryan, but Ethan is right there. I'm just afraid he'll start imagining things again."

But I just looked at her calmly and even nodded:

"Why would I? Since it's for Ryan's work, I obviously don't mind. If you're okay with it, go ahead."

Hearing this, Chloe's face instantly lit up with a massive smile.

And at that exact moment, my heart went completely cold.

It was just a test.

And yet, this woman I had loved for six years.

Exhibited her dirty, rotten, and boundary-less true self so eagerly.

Once the camera rolled, the two of them lay on the decorated prop bed.

Though they were covered by a duvet, their movements beneath it were incredibly violent.

They nearly broke the bed.

Chloe put on a very vocal performance, moaning loudly.

With no script, she ad-libbed right on the spot:

"Ah! You're so much better than my fianc! Just like that!"

When the shoot ended, the crew members teased:

"Wow, Chloe, your acting is insane! It's your first time doing a scene like this, but you two looked like you've done it a hundred times before."

Chloe's face flushed red at the comment.

"Oh, stop it. It's because Ryan is a professional actor. He didn't show any physical reaction during the whole thing, so I didn't feel awkward at all."

Ryan looked incredibly proud of himself. He pinched Chloe's cheek and joked:

"Of course. I told you, I only see you as my bro. How could I get turned on by a guy?"

While they were chatting and laughing.

A large crowd of Ryan's fans arrived at the set for a meet-and-greet.

Hearing that their idol had "sacrificed himself for art" by filming a passionate scene, they were all incredibly excited.

A charity auction of the show's props was organized on the spot, and fans rushed to bid.

While the auction was in full swing.

I stepped forward, held up a pair of men's underwear, and yelled loudly:

"Look here, everyone! This is the actual underwear your idol just wore during the bed scene! It's still warm!"

The entire venue fell dead silent.

Every single eye locked onto the underwear in my hand.

In the next second, the fans in the crowd screamed with pure excitement:

"Is that really Ryan's underwear? I want it! I bid five thousand!"

"Get out of my way! Don't steal it from me! I bid twenty thousand! Quick... let me smell Ryan's scent!"

Seeing the chaotic scene, Chloe shrieked and rushed toward me:

"Ethan! Are you out of your mind?! Why the hell did you bring his underwear out here?!"

I blinked, pretending to look completely innocent:

"Aren't you guys auctioning off props as souvenirs for the fans?"

"I saw that all of Ryan's costumes were sold out for a lot of money. I figured the underwear he wore close to his body would be worth even more, right?"

Saying this, I turned the underwear inside out.

"But there's one thing I'm really curious about. Chloe, didn't you just say that Ryan is a professional actor and had absolutely no physical reaction during the whole scene?"

I dragged out my words, and the crowd instantly let out a collective gasp.

The fans' expressions shifted from excitement to shock and suspicion.

Ryan frantically tried to rush over and grab the underwear, but he was immediately blocked by several reporters:

"Mr. Carter, can you explain what is going on here?"

"As a professional actor, didn't you claim that it was just acting?!"

Facing the reporters' aggressive questions, Ryan's face flushed red with panic.

He wanted to explain, but the evidence in my hand spoke for itself.

Chloe was shaking with rage. She ran up to me, pointing at my face and screaming:

"Ethan, you creep! You actually went and stole Ryan's underwear?!"

Seeing her intense reaction, I looked at her with feigned surprise:

"Oh? I remember you saying with your own mouth... that Ryan is a professional actor and felt absolutely nothing during the bed scene with you?"

I turned to the agitated crowd of fans and raised my voice:

"Then Ryan was lying! He wasn't just acting!"

"And the entire shoot only lasted about three minutes. Finishing in less than three minutes... isn't that the definition of premature ejaculation? That's a medical condition, Ryan. You need to get that checked!"

Hearing my words, the crowd exploded again:

"What?! Ryan actually got turned on and finished in three minutes during a shoot? That is insane!"

"Oh my god... I can't accept this! How can my idol be a three-minute man?!"

"Ryan, are you even human? Getting turned on by a basic girl like her? Do you have any respect for your fans?!"

Faced with the insults and doubts, Ryan's face turned completely pale. He rushed up to me.

He snatched the underwear out of my hand and hissed through gritted teeth:

"Ethan! Why did you bring my underwear out? Did you do this on purpose just to humiliate me?!"

I blinked, mimicking his earlier tone, and let out a soft laugh:

"Ryan, why are you saying that? I was just playing a little joke with everyone. You're not actually taking it seriously, are you?"

Watching him choke on his own words, I held back my laughter and delivered the final blow:

"It's okay. Erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation are treatable. Do you want me to recommend a good doctor?"