My Wedding Night Revenge

The night before the wedding, my fiancé Ryan brought his sick first love, Chloe, home.

"Evelyn, I'm only staying with her for three days. Three days, and then I'll be your groom—yours and no one else's."

He told me it was a "farewell tradition" where he was from—that before a man got married, he had to live with his first love for three days. And I was expected to accept it.

I let out a short, derisive laugh. No screaming, no tears. Just one calm word.

"Fine."

Over those three days, I watched every intimate moment play out on Chloe's social media.