Part 3My Fiancé Stole My Deal for Mistress

Vanessa was dared to kiss someone in the room.

Her eyes darted towards me, then she raised her finger and pointed straight at Brandon.

"Brandon it is then! It's just a game, Scarlett, don't mind it!"

The private room instantly fell silent.

Once, a girl had confessed her feelings to Brandon right in front of me.

Brandon, unable to directly refuse, half-heartedly accepted her flowers.

The next second, I snatched them and threw them into the trash.

Anyone who knew me knew I wasn't one to turn a blind eye to disrespect.

If anyone dared to mess with my relationship, I wouldn't hesitate to make a scene.

Colleagues subtly glanced my way, waiting to see my reaction.

But I simply picked up the water glass from the table, drained it, then clapped loudly.

"Go for it! Go for it!"

I cheered, laughing, "It's just a game, don't spoil the fun for everyone!"

My colleagues stared at me, dumbfounded, as if they were seeing me for the first time.

Brandon's gaze shifted from tentative to utterly disbelieving.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but my clapping drowned him out.

Vanessa clearly hadn't expected this reaction from me. Her coy expression froze, then quickly recomposed itself.

The next second, she stood on tiptoe and planted a deep kiss on Brandon's lips.

Brandon stiffly looked at me, his eyes filled with struggle and hesitation.

A few seconds later, he wrapped his arm around Vanessa's waist, responding to the kiss.

Their movements became more intense, more intertwined.

Cheers erupted around us.

But my ears buzzed, and I couldn't hear anything.

I remembered a long time ago, a girl secretly kissed Brandon when he was drunk. When I found out, I cried all night, my eyes swollen like walnuts.

That time, Brandon held me and comforted me for a whole day.

He bought my favorite strawberry cake, knelt in front of me, and swore solemnly.

"Baby, I know how particular you are about physical contact, I promise I'll never touch another girl again."

Back then, his eyes were sincere, his tone firm, giving me a strong sense of security.

But now, he was passionately kissing another woman right in front of me.

All those promises, forgotten.

I had already decided to let go, yet the pain still tore through me, sharp enough to reach the bone.

Three minutes later, they pulled apart, faces flushed.

Vanessa wiped her mouth and offered a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Sorry, Scarlett. It's just a silly game. Don't take it seriously, okay?"

Her tone was humble, but her eyes held undeniable defiance.

Brandon clutched at the hem of his shirt, his knuckles white, terrified I would flip the table and cause a scene like before.

I put down my forks, picked up a tissue, and wiped my mouth, my voice calm, without a hint of emotion. "It's fine, it's just a game. Everyone, enjoy yourselves."

Then, I smiled gently.

Brandon's eyes instantly darkened. The previous tension vanished, replaced by an indescribable disappointment.

He looked at me as if I were a stranger.

After my resignation was processed.

I packed my bags for the move south.

I remembered a wooden rocking chair still at Brandon's new place.

It was a wedding gift my mother had spent three months making for me.

Now, it was her only remaining possession, a memento she left me.

I had to take it with me.

When entering the code, I instinctively typed my birthday.

It showed an error.

Thinking I'd made a mistake, I tried again, but it still showed an error.

I didn't try a third time. I pressed my thumb to the scanner.

Access denied. My fingerprint had been removed.

As I fumbled for my phone to call Brandon, a date flashed into my mind: Vanessa's birthday, from her file.

I keyed in the numbers.

The door clicked open.

Inside, rose petals were scattered across the floor, forming a path that led straight to the bedroom. From within, I heard Vanessa's muffled moans.

There they were. Brandon on top of her, moving in the dim light.

They froze the moment they saw me.