Part 2My Fiancée Made Me Share Underwear with Her Male Best Friend

Leo's legs gave out, his lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.

Just as I was about to push him to the brink, to utterly humiliate him on the spot…

Chloe suddenly let out a piercing scream, lunging forward to shield Leo with outstretched arms.

"Enough! Julian! What exactly do you want?!"

Her eyes were bloodshot, her face contorted, like a cornered animal, her eyes blazing.

"Fine! Yes, I bought two pairs! One for you, and one for Leo! They're a matching set! Is that a crime?!"

I looked at the frantic Chloe and slowly nodded.

"So, a *matching set*, how sweet."

My tone shifted, my icy gaze sweeping past her, locking onto Leo's face behind her.

"Then I'm guessing that 'best friend tattoo' you said you got with your 'girlfriend' last week…"

I paused, asking each word deliberately:

"Isn't it... in the exact same spot?"

Chloe and Leo's expressions froze instantly.

Replaced by a chaotic mix of shock, fear, and panic.

Seeing their ugly faces, stripped bare of all pretense, the last shred of affection in my heart evaporated.

I casually tossed the box of used Armani underwear, along with its fancy gift box, into the nearby trash can.

Then I walked out without a backward glance, leaving that sickening scene behind.

I drove aimlessly around the city for a while, finally checking into a hotel near my office.

The thought of going home and facing Chloe's pathetic act again made my stomach churn.

After a shower and a change of clothes, I threw myself onto the soft bed, trying to clear my mind.

But those disgusting images, those shameless faces, replayed like a movie reel in my head.

The next day, I called in sick and slept fitfully at the hotel all day.

In the evening, my phone buzzed with an app notification.

It was from my smart home security system.

[Alert: Visitor fingerprint 'Leo' unlocked the door at 02:14 AM today.]

My pupils constricted sharply.

That fingerprint had been registered six months ago.

Back then, Chloe had cried to me, saying Leo was struggling at work, under immense stress, showing signs of depression and self-harm, even threatening to end it all.

She was worried about him living alone and hoped he could stay with us for a while so she could comfort him.

At the time, I only saw her kindness and soft heart. Plus, Leo lived just one floor above us, so I didn't think much of it and agreed.

Now, I realized it was just an express lane straight into my home that they'd cleverly paved long ago.

I immediately sprang out of bed, grabbed my car keys, and sped home.

Forty minutes later, I stood at my front door.

I took a deep breath and opened it with my own fingerprint.

The living room was empty, but two sets of forks and knives, along with leftover takeout containers, were conspicuously sitting on the coffee table.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and Chloe's muffled laughter drifted out.

"You're so bad, Julian would freak if he knew you were using his shower."

Then came Leo's smug voice.

"I've always wanted to try his high-end toiletries anyway. He's not here, so why not?"

"And I have to say, his caviar shampoo actually works wonders. My hair feels so smooth now."

All the blood rushed to my head in that instant.

I slammed the bedroom door open.

The scene before me was sickeningly cozy.

Leo was lounging on my bed, wrapped in my bathrobe, his hair still dripping wet.

And my fiancée, Chloe, was holding a hairdryer, gently drying his hair, a look of doting affection on her face.

They both turned at the sound of the door.

Seeing me, Leo didn't show a hint of panic. He didn't even budge from the bed.

Instead, he raised an eyebrow at me, looking utterly entitled.

"Oh, Julian's back? My bad, my water heater broke, and Chloe felt bad for me, so she let me come over for a shower."

I stared at him, forcing the words out through clenched teeth.

"Is my place a public bathhouse?"

Chloe immediately stood up, stepping in front of Leo like a protective mother hen.

"Julian, stop being sarcastic! He lives alone, how inconvenient is it if his water heater breaks? Our place is so close, what's wrong with him taking a shower here?"

I looked at her fiercely protective stance, so furious I could only laugh.

"Nothing wrong."

"But you just said your water heater broke?"

Leo looked confused, but nodded anyway.

"Yeah, why?"

I pulled out my phone, and in front of both of them, directly called the apartment complex management, putting it on speaker.