Alle Kapitel von Found an Ultra-Thin Condom Under Our Bed: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 8

The next day was a Saturday.Shelly rushed through breakfast, then went to put on makeup and change her clothes.Before leaving, she stood at the door putting on her heels.Watching her carefully made-up face, I slowly asked, "Will you be back for dinner?"She pulled the door open without looking back. "Not sure. Depends on how much work there is. I might not make it back. Don't wait for me tonight."The door clicked shut.I walked to the window and looked down.Shelly didn't head toward the bus stop. Instead, she got into a black Mercedes that had been waiting by the curb.I took out my phone and made a call."Hello? I need your help with something."The noon sun was a bit glaring.Carrying the carefully prepared gift, I went to Shelly's parents' house alone without telling her.Her mother, Nadine Drake, froze for a moment when she opened the door, then immediately warmed up.Her father, Franklin Hartman, also stood up from the couch and walked over with a smile to greet

On the drive to the hotel, Shelly seemed weighed down by her thoughts. She gazed out the window, absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.From the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of the black Mercedes following behind. I sneered inwardly, but my face remained calm and composed.I deliberately steered the conversation toward Russell, my tone as casual as if I were just making small talk."How's work lately? Your boss hasn't been too hard on you, has he?"Shelly stiffened slightly. Her eyes darted away, unable to meet mine."It's fine. Just so-so. All bosses are pretty much the same," she answered vaguely."Is that right?" I responded flatly, keeping my eyes on the road ahead and not pressing further.The hotel ballroom was already packed with guests, the atmosphere lively and bustling.The scent of champagne and cheerful music drifted through the air, and smiles adorned every face.Shelly was quickly surrounded by her bridesmaids, while I mingled among the gues

Shelly let out a sharp cry and lunged forward, snatching the phone from my hand.Before everyone's stunned eyes, she raised the phone high and hurled it onto the floor with all her strength.The phone shattered on impact, fragments scattering everywhere.Her chest heaving violently as she gasped for air, she tried to make her panic with rage.She pointed at me and snarled, "Emory, you've never been like this before! I'm so disappointed in you today! What are you trying to do? Do you even still want to get married?"I looked at the remains of my phone on the floor, then at her blustering, frightened face. Suddenly, I smiled coldly, dropping all pretense."Enough acting," I said calmly, my voice carrying through the entire ballroom. "To tell you the truth, I'm the one who had that video played just now."Those words hit like a pause button.Mr. Hartman and Mrs. Hartman stood dumbfounded, as if they didn't recognize me.Shelly and Russell looked as if they'd been struck by lightn

Russell got the hell beaten out of him by Florence's crew. He ended up with two broken ribs and a shattered nose, then was dragged into the hospital.I heard that Florence immediately served him divorce papers and forced him to walk away with nothing. In the end, he lost everything—the company, the house, and the car.The once high-and-mighty Russell had, in the blink of an eye, become a broke loser drowning in debt.My old classmate, Fletcher Woodrow, relayed all this news excitedly over the phone. But all I felt was a sense of irony.After all, the universe had a way of balancing things out.When Russell used money and power to trample over others, he probably never imagined he would end up like this.I hadn't even had a few days of peace when the doorbell rang harshly.Through the peephole, I saw Mr. Hartman with an anxious look on his face. And behind him stood Shelly, her head bowed and her face pale.She had long lost her usual polish and looked utterly wilted.I didn't