My Bride Slept With Her Childhood Friend

The stains on the sheet were still fresh.

Just as I tossed them aside, Lana Sidney walked in wearing a crumpled wedding dress, surrounded by a crowd of people.

The man with his arm around her was none other than Harold Herb.

I hurried forward. Just as I was about to take Lana from him, she instinctively pulled away.

Lana realized what she had done and offered an awkward explanation.

“You reek of alcohol. It’s better to let Harold take care of me.”

Hearing that, I laughed bitterly.

After the wedding, I had been plied with alcohol by a group of people who were close to Harold.

As my wife, it was bad enough that she was not there. She actually had the nerve to look down on me.

I lowered my gaze and keenly noticed that Lana’s legs were weak and unsteady. Her eyes were glassy.

She clearly looked like someone who had just been up to no good.

Combined with that stained sheet that had not even dried yet, I suddenly realized what Lana had been up to during those few hours she had been missing. She had been fooling around with Harold!

“What were you doing just now?”

I held back my anger and wanted to give Lana a chance.

She pursed her lips. Just as she was about to speak, Harold beat her to it.

“You’ve only just gotten married, and you’re already bossing Lana around! Do you really need to be so controlling?”

Lana never liked it when someone interrupted her while she was speaking.

Back when I went to the company to find her, I had forgotten to knock on the door. She had lectured me for a full half hour.

After that, she gave me the silent treatment for half a month.

But when Harold spoke for her, she did not get angry. Instead, she pinched his nose affectionately.

“Oh, you! You’re always defending me. Be careful. Weston might hold a grudge against you.”

Harold shot me a defiant look.

“Who even is he? This wedding is just a business arrangement. Even if you were married, you’d only have eyes for me anyway!”

As he spoke, he pretended to reach into his pocket for a cigarette but actually pulled out a pair of stained lace panties.

“Lana, don’t forget to take your things with you, or someone’s going to give you a hard time again.”

Lana blushed as she tossed the panties onto the bed, then pouted playfully. “Harold, if you say things like that again, I’ll get angry.”

Her light fist landed on the man’s chest.

This was not a punishment at all. It was blatant flirting.

Harold seized her hand and playfully planted a kiss on her fingertips.

“Lana, you’re the best! You took pity on me for never having been in a relationship and finally let me experience what a woman feels like.”

Lana did not see anything wrong with fooling around with another man on her wedding night.

She tilted her head back to look at me. “Don’t give me that look. It’s our wedding day. I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Is that so?”

I stared at the hickies on her neck. My eyes were red with rage.

“Did I ask for a fight? Today is our wedding day, yet you ran off to another man’s bed to fool around. Do you even treat me like your husband?”

Lana did not take my outrage seriously.