Chapter 1

My Fiancée Is Other Man's Mistress

Been hitched to my first love for three years, yet there she goes claiming on Facebook she's the mistress.

She broke down when I called her out, insisting it was just a prank.

I was clueless at the time.

Barely a fortnight later, she'd lace my coffee with a dangerous dose of poison.

The next thing I knew, it was the day I popped the question.

There she was, blushing, eagerly waiting for me to slip the ring on.

***

Under a clear sky, I knelt before Sarah McWilliams.

Today was my big proposal day.

I spent the entire night laying out white roses, and half a year's savings on that ring.

Sarah stood there, cheeks pink, her hand over her mouth, teary-eyed.

"Go on, say yes!"

"You gotta say yes!"

Friends around us were all in on the excitement.

It was all set to be a blissful, picture-perfect moment.

But in a heartbeat, I was on my feet.

I fished out the ring I had gotten for Sarah from the box.

The diamond caught the sunlight, dazzling onlookers.

In full view, I chucked it right into the nearby sewer.

The crowd gasped, Sarah too stunned to react at first.

"Playing games with me?" Her tone turned icy fast.

I leaned in, whispering with a smirk, "You think you're worth it?"