I had always thought I was the happiest woman in the world. After all, my fiance was rich, handsome, and thoughtful. To everyone else, he was practically perfect.

However, I found three divorce decrees and death certificates of his three ex-wives in his drawer the day before our wedding.

Before I could even process the shock, a wall of floating comments appeared before my eyes.

'So, she's the next victim, huh?'

'The last three thought they could change Ivan and insist on marrying him, although they found his secret, and look where it got them. This one is even dumber, completely blinded by love. I bet she thinks he can still be redeemed. Little does she know, he doesn't love her at all.'

'We need more villainous male leads! I wonder how this woman would die this time. I can't wait to see it!'

'Great news, friends! The female lead, Cynthia, will appear soon! She's the only one who can free Ivan from his dark thoughts!'

The next moment, a colleague dropped to her knees and grabbed my thigh.

Tears spilled from her eyes in an instant as she accused me, "Please, give my man back to me! Being a homewrecker won't end well for you. He and I are soulmates. He needs me to pull him out of the abyss. Only I can give him what he truly wants!"

My other colleagues circled me and echoed her accusations.

I simply nodded. Then I tore the wedding invitations in half.

'Go ahead. He's all yours now,' I thought.

A Day Before the Wedding

The day before the wedding, I took time off to prepare everything at home.

After I finished, I sank onto the couch and picked up the wedding invitation to check it one last time.

A picture of my fiance, Ivan Campbell, and me was printed on the pink card.

Being with him completed me. He was rich, handsome, and thoughtful.

He did all the housework and cooked the meals. Moreover, he gave me pocket money every few days as though afraid that I would settle for less. He even remarked that he did it to please me, not out of obligation.

Even my best friend, who had complaints about my ex-boyfriends, agreed that Ivan was a perfect man.

And now, we were getting married tomorrow.

Blushing, I puckered my lips and leaned in to kiss the perfect man in the photo. Just then, a loud knock interrupted me.

It was louder than before. Worried that a friend had come over with something urgent, I slipped on my slippers and hurried to the door.

A stranger stood outside. The woman was wearing designer outfits, but her tears had ruined her makeup.

Seeing me took her aback. Then, she punched the wall in a rage. "Damn it! Jack was telling the truth! That guy really came here with another woman!"

Her words made me alarmed. 'What can she possibly mean? Did Ivan cheat on me?'

Before I could speak, she shoved me out of her way and was about to rush inside.

I could not let her do that, so I instinctively stopped her in her tracks.

She let out a high-pitched cry before breaking into wails. "Where's Theodore Brown? I want to talk to him! How could he hide and let his woman bear his mistakes when he's the one who cheated? Coward!

"Miss, no need to cover for him. I know everything!"

I sighed in relief when I heard an unfamiliar name.

Fortunately, I believed that Ivan was faithful to me. Otherwise, she would have convinced me that he cheated on me.

It turned out she made a mistake.

I offered her a consoling smile and explained, "Miss, I don't know any Theodore. My boyfriend's name is Ivan, and we are getting married tomorrow."

Her wails stopped abruptly, and she blinked away her tears in disbelief. "No way! Jack said—"

I didn't argue with her. Since I was still holding a wedding invitation, I presented it to her.

The picture of Ivan and me had faded, leaving only the wording on the card, but at least our names were still there.

The woman realized she had made a mistake when she saw the name, and it was reflected in her flushed cheeks.

She roughly wiped her tears and apologized profusely, "I-I'm sorry! It's a misunderstanding all along. I didn't mean to make a scene. God, it's so embarrassing! H-How about beating me up for wasting your time?"

I would never do that, even though her accusations earlier stung. After all, her anger made sense.

I bent down to pick up her phone, which had slipped from her hand earlier. "It's fine. It's a good thing it didn't turn into a conflict. Next time, think before you—"

I did not finish my sentence.

The phone screen was still lit. My eyes were drawn to the lock screen wallpaper, which was of the woman and her boyfriend.

….

A few seconds later, I straightened calmly and returned her phone.

After taking a slow breath, I said, "By the way, since fate brought us together, why don't we exchange numbers?"

She nodded eagerly.

I watched as she added her contact information to my phone, but I could not stop thinking about her lock screen.

The man standing next to her was none other than Ivan.

Finding His Secrets

After seeing the woman off, I changed my attire and headed to the office.

Ivan and I worked in the same company. While I had taken a day off, he went to work as usual.

I reached his office floor without any trouble. Our colleagues looked surprised to see me.

"Reese, didn't you take a day off? Why are you here?"

"Congratulations, Reese! Happy wedding!"

I suppressed the anger and forced a smile at them before storming into his office.

I slammed the door open, ready to throw accusations at him, only to find him not in the office.

He did not answer my calls. He did not reply to my messages. And now, I could not even find him.

'Ivan, you jerk! I trust you, yet you cheated on me!'

Enraged, I decided not to let him off the hook easily. I started to rummage through his items.

I needed to find evidence of him cheating on me, expose him, and kick him out of the company.

I was a clean freak and loved keeping things in order. Whenever I had free time, I cleaned the house myself. Because of that, I was certain he would not have hidden anything suspicious at home.

If he had wronged me, he would have left traces somewhere.

…

After several fruitless searches, I pulled open his desk drawer.

Taking a good look at the first item only fueled my anger.

It was a divorce decree. I could not believe he had been married before.

'Liar! What else are you hiding from me?'

I grumpily took out another item from the drawer, and shock overwhelmed me again.

It was another divorce decree.

My gaze darted between the identical documents. A frown creased my forehead, and a shiver ran down my spine.

I lay the contents of the drawer on the table. I was stunned into speechlessness when faced with three divorce decrees.

Anger had faded long ago.

At the same time, the woman who showed up at our doorstep this morning came to mind.

I quickly checked the names on the decrees, and my hands began to tremble.

Liam Smith, Noah Johnson, Oliver Williams, and Theodore Brown. They were all Ivan.

A gust of wind brushed at me and sent some papers to the ground near my feet.

Footsteps echoed outside the office.

I did not want Ivan catching me red-handed, so I forced down the disturbing thoughts in my head, quickly took photos of the divorce decrees with my phone, and put them back into the drawer.

My intuition told me that I had to do some digging instead of confronting him.

Since I took the papers from the drawer, I bent down to pick them up.

As I rose, the contents caught my eye.

My heartbeat almost stopped at what I had found on the papers. These were the death certificates of Ivan's ex-wives.

…

At that moment, someone pushed open the door and entered the office.

Before I could look up, a shadow fell over me.

I held my breath as my mind went blank.

The next second, a pair of men's dress shoes came into view.

A Shocking Revelation

My heart thundered wildly in my chest, beating so fast I was afraid it might burst.

Fortunately, I found patches of dirt on the shoes.

Ivan had always known I was a clean freak, and he always made sure that he looked presentable around me.

I quickly pieced together who it was and forced myself to stay calm.

I folded the papers and rose to meet the newcomer. "What's the rush?"

It was Dylan Gardner, who worked almost like an assistant to both Ivan and me.

"Reese, what are you doing in the office?" he asked.

His gaze fell on the papers in my hand. "What were you doing just now?"

I pulled out the drawer, put everything back, and explained, "I dropped the documents and had to pick them up."

It immediately convinced him.

After all, Ivan and I were engaged. It was nothing new that I appeared in Ivan's office.

Dylan had only come to deliver some documents. Since Ivan was not around, he did not stay long.

We left the office together, but I could not get my disturbing discovery out of my mind.

'Who the hell are you, Ivan Campbell?'

At that moment, my vision blurred abruptly. Then, a wall of thick comments flooded my vision.

'So, she's the next victim, huh?'

'The last three thought they could change Ivan and insist on marrying him, although they found his secret, and look where it got them. This one is even dumber, completely blinded by love. I bet she thinks he can still be redeemed. Little does she know, he doesn't love her at all.'

'Who does she think she is? Nobody asked her to save Ivan. He’s way out of her league. She’s nothing but a cheap whore.'

'We need more villainous male leads! I wonder how this woman would die this time. I can't wait to see it! Now Ivan is what I call a true villain. God, it’s so satisfying to see those idiots die in disbelief.'

'Great news, friends! The female lead, Cynthia, will appear soon! She's the only one who can free Ivan from his dark thoughts!'

The information I managed to gather from the comments left me stunned.

'What the hell? What is all this about? Villain, victims, dying… None of it makes sense!'

Before I could figure out what was happening, a woman suddenly rushed out from behind the partition. She dropped to her knees and grabbed my thigh, crying, "Reese, you already have everything! Please, give my man back to me! Being a homewrecker won't end well for you."

She finally raised her head.

I was shocked to realize it was Cynthia Adams. She was Dylan's girlfriend and a new employee of the company through his connections.

The random accusations took me aback. After the initial surprise, a sneer escaped me, and I yelled at her. "What's wrong with you, Cynthia? I only ran into Dylan in the office. How dare you accuse me of stealing your boyfriend and branding me as a homewrecker? Are you insane?"

An embarrassed Dylan tried to smooth things over. "Get up, Cynthia! Reese will never do that! Everyone's watching now, so let's not feed them rumors, okay? I'll explain to you later."

He had always been patient with her.

Therefore, even though she put him on the spot, he still comforted her, but none of us expected her next words to stun us both.