Humiliate Me in Rain? Prepare for Bankruptcy

The night before my engagement party, my fiancé’s childhood friend said she had a surprise for me.

She tricked me into going to the hotel's rooftop glass conservatory, locked the door, and turned on all the sprinklers.

It was a stormy December night. Ice-cold water crashed down on my head, and the conservatory walls were all transparent glass.

Downstairs, guests held up their phones, watching me shiver in misery.

She smiled, innocent and malicious.

“Aria Hayes is always so high and mighty, isn’t she? Let everyone see what she looks like begging for mercy when she’s frozen.”