Chapter 3

Harry's POV

Giselle froze for a moment, disbelief written all over her face. Then she let out a cold laugh.

"I had no idea you were into playing mind games now. Harry, you're not a teenager anymore, and we're getting married soon. Are you really going to keep acting like a child?"

She paused, then added, "Steven is sensitive. You can say whatever you want to me, but leave him out of it. I'll pretend you never said that."

I almost asked her why she was always so quick to defend Steven when I was her fiance. But I held my tongue.

Thinking she'd smoothed things over, Giselle softened her tone a little. "I have some work to take care of at the office. Get some sleep."

She didn't come home that night.

Steven posted a video on his social media that was visible only to me.

In the video, he showed off his toned back and muscular build, striking an almost suggestive pose. Then Giselle stepped into the frame.

"Like this." Her fingers lightly brushed against his skin as she adjusted his pose. "Yeah, just like that."

Giselle usually hated taking photos, but she kept snapping pictures of him, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

The blatant provocation hit me like a punch to the gut. I let out a breath and tried to calm down, but I couldn't let it go. Before I knew it, I was dialing Giselle's number.

As expected, she hung up on me immediately. A message came through right after. "Steven and I are preparing a surprise for you."

Watching the video and seeing how intimate they were, I laughed bitterly. I wondered how many times she'd lied to me just so she could be alone with Steven.

I didn't reply. Instead, I packed my things, ready to leave.

The next morning, before heading out, I checked our wedding fund, intending to return her share. But when I saw the balance, my blood ran cold.

Our million-dollar wedding fund had dwindled to a few hundred dollars.

Furious, I called the bank to find out what had happened. That was when I learned Giselle had used the money to buy a condo.

I remembered how, after my dad died, she'd felt sorry for me for having no one to rely on and given me all her savings.

"Trust me," she'd said back then. "As long as we're together, I'll never let you suffer again."

I cared about her just as much, so I worked hard alongside her to save money. Little by little, our savings grew from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, until we finally reached a million dollars.

That money was supposed to help us build a future together.

The bitterness I'd been trying to suppress rose in my throat. I looked up the condo's address and realized it was the same location Steven had tagged in his social media post.

I went downstairs, hailed a cab, and headed straight there.

My hands trembled as I pressed the doorbell.

Giselle opened the door. "Just leave the delivery at the..."

Her smile vanished the moment she saw me.

I stared straight at her and asked, "Giselle, is this the surprise you were preparing for me?"