After My Boyfriend Joined a Scandalous Party

After leaving the police station, my boyfriend’s godsister, Sonia Scott, tearfully climbed into the front passenger seat as if she belonged there.

Not wanting to talk, I started the car.

Suddenly, she said,her eyes filled with tears,her nose red.She looked like the very definition of helpless.“Tony, I’m scared. You know I can’t sit in a car driven by someone else.” Sonia bit her lip, her eyes shimmering as though she was on the verge of tears.

I pulled her hand away. “You can get out of the car.”

Before I could finish, Sonia burst into sobs. “I’ll get out, then. I’m sorry, Celine. It’s my fault that Tony came with me to the police station.”

I didn’t reply, but my boyfriend, Anthony Leeman, glared at me.

“Celine, do you always have to be so harsh?You know she’s traumatized because of her father’s situation.Can’t you just be a little considerate?”

Before I could respond,he got out,yanked open my door so hard that it rattled,and let the freezing wind rush in.

I shivered but didn’t move,just sat there and stared at him.

Anthony caught the look in my eyes, and his expression darkened.

“Celine, I didn’t think you could be this cold-blooded. Get out. I’ll take Sonia home myself!” Without giving me a chance to respond, Anthony dragged me out of the car.

The street was bustling with traffic. I stumbled, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car.

Anthony didn’t even look back. He climbed into the driver’s seat and turned to Sonia with a tenderness I hadn’t seen in years. “It’s okay, Sonia. Let the evil woman find her own way home.”

With that, he sped off, leaving me standing in the cold.

As the car pulled away, I saw Sonia press herself against Anthony, her body language smug and victorious.

My phone buzzed with a message. I opened it to find a photo from my father.

My father: [Celine, look. This is Hugo Young.]

Hugo was the man I was supposed to marry—the dashing heir of the Young family.

My father: [Celine, I’m getting old. Our family needs a new leader to move us forward. I’m glad you agreed to the marriage.]

‘Really, Dad?’ I thought bitterly. ‘You know I left because I didn’t want to be a pawn for the family.’

Seven years. I had given up my role as an heiress, abandoned my family’s glory, and started from scratch with Anthony.

Though he said it wasn’t the right timing, I endured multiple abortions because I believed our love could overcome anything as long as I loved him and he loved me.

But I couldn’t do it anymore. I was done suffering. I would marry Hugo Young, become a rich wife, and leave this misery behind.

When I finally made it home, Anthony still wasn’t back—probably busy comforting Sonia in bed.

Numbly, I began packing. Moments later, Anthony walked in. “What are you doing?”

Without looking at him, I tossed all the clothes from the wardrobe into a trash bag. “Getting rid of things I don’t like.”

He didn’t seem to grasp my meaning. “You should’ve gotten rid of those ages ago. I’ll buy you new ones when we get married.”

Normally,I’d be over the moon—probably crying happy tears.But now?I didn’t feel like shedding even a single tear for him.

Sensing my indifference, Anthony hesitated, then headed for the bathroom. “Fine. I’m taking a shower.”

The sound of running water filled the apartment as Anthony’s phone buzzed on the table. Irritated, I picked it up to turn it off, only to see a message from Sonia.

It was a photo of the two of them at the party, make love on a bed. Beneath them was my cherished wedding dress—the one I had long dreamed of wearing.

I had once told Anthony how much I loved that dress. His reply? “Getting married doesn't require buying such an expensive wedding dress; it's a waste of money.”

Now, that dress was nothing more than a prop in Sonia’s Sex Game with him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Suddenly,steam rolled in as Gerard stormed out of the bathroom,snatching the phone out of my hand.He yanked it so hard that I fell onto the bed.

Before I could respond, he snatched the phone and shoved me to the ground. The sharp edge of the buttons scattered across the floor bit into my palm, leaving it bleeding profusely.

I stared at the blood, feeling numb.

“Do you not understand the concept of privacy?”His face was flushed from the hot shower,but his voice was ice cold,sending a chill down my spine.

The messages between him and Sonia flashed in my mind—I’d already seen it all before—the thousands of flirty messages.I’d read them all one sleepless night,from midnight to sunrise.

Who would’ve guessed?Seven years of being together,and our conversations were always just me—nagging,pleading,trying to spark something.Once in a while,if he was in the mood,he’d toss me an emoji as a reply.

“I’m sorry. I won’t look again,” I said quietly.