Everyone Called Me An Underwear Heroine

In just three months, I lost seven pairs of my underwear, which were worth millions of dollars.

After installing a pinhole camera, I found out that it was my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart who stole them.

Just because my fiancé always took her as me to vent his frustration and mentioned that I was pretty, she deliberately came to steal my underwear for excitement.

I suddenly had an idea and did something.

Since then, my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart had been stealing my underwear and she felt itchy every time she wore it.

One day, I went to the hotel she was in and saw her wearing my dog’s underwear and posing.

I broke in and asked, “How is it, wearing my dog’s underwear to have an affair with my fiancé? Is it exciting?”

My fiancé frowned and sniffed. “I’ve been wondering why I always smell dog recently.”

Valerie’s face was pale and she screamed looking at the label on the underwear. “Pet antibacterial fabric?!”

I touched my beloved dog’s head. “Good boy, your underwear has done a good deed this time. I will buy you new ones when I go back.”

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Strange, when I changed my dog’s underwear, I found that another pair was missing.

I looked under the sofa and in the corners; it was as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

I couldn’t find it.

“Cooper, go look for your underwear. Another one is missing.”

Cooper was the name of my dog, whom I treated like my own son.

When he heard me say that, his face immediately drooped.

He looked everywhere but couldn’t find it. He rubbed against me as if asking me to buy it again.

I sighed, placed an order and bought another one.

It wasn’t until I finished dinner and checked my WhatsApp status that I saw my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart post a mosaic-like photo with a caption: [He said it was very exciting.]

I froze. I recognized at a glance that the half-mosaic underwear was not Cooper’s. So whose was it?

Even the “Cooper” hand-embroidered on the waist was visible to both of us.

I spat out a mouthful of milk tea. It was really exciting indeed.

I remembered something and checked the surveillance again.

It was confirmed that the person who stole my and my dog’s million-dollar underwear before was indeed my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart, Valerie.

Although this pair of underwear was only worth a million and was not worth much, stealing underwear was too disgusting. This matter couldn’t be left like this.

It suddenly occurred to me that Valerie had always had the habit of filming and recording. No matter where she went, she habitually took videos. How could she not film her affair with Calvert?

I hired a hacker at a high price and hacked her computer that night. The result was not disappointing. I found a video that shocked me.

Valerie was not only Calvert’s childhood sweetheart, but also his mistress outside. We had been engaged for three years, but I didn’t let my fiancé touch me, saying that I would keep it until after marriage.

He respected me very much and always endured himself by taking a cold shower. But every time he left in a hurry, he ran to his private villa to vent his frustration with his childhood sweetheart. She also put on a makeup similar to mine in front of my photo.

“Valerie, don’t talk. I don’t want to hear your voice. You only look like Carly when you are quiet and close your eyes.”

Valerie, who had always been in love but couldn’t get it and wanted to get the upper hand, could only obey obediently.

After they finished, Calvert held her in his arms with an unsatisfied look.

He disdainfully said, “Your underwear is ugly, old-fashioned and boring. Not like Carly’s. Her underwear is sexy and cute, always tickling my heart.”

No one expected that his casual words would be remembered by Valerie.

In order to get the upper hand, she stole the spare key of my house from Calvert and then stole my underwear. But she didn’t know what was beyond her.