I was in a meeting when my phone buzzed with a notification: my delivery had arrived.

When I checked, I realized it was still logged into Lucy's account. She had ordered a whip and a wild kitten outfit.

Lucy, my fiancée, had always been gentle and dignified. Why would she suddenly indulge in something so... provocative?

Curious, I tapped on the order details, but it showed that the order had been deleted.

It dawned on me: the bicycle I cherished so dearly might be getting ridden—by someone else.

Our wedding was only ten days away. Lucy had told me it was the moment she’d been dreaming of the most.

But in the end, she wasn’t the bride I married.

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I didn’t confront her. Instead, I stayed late at work, not returning home until deep into the night.

She called me several times throughout the evening, but I ignored them all. Eventually, she sent a message:

[Alex, it’s your birthday today. Come home soon. I’m waiting for you.]

Only then did I remember that it was indeed my birthday.

Could it be? Did she order those items to surprise me? Had I misunderstood her?

When I opened the door, there she was, waiting for me.

She flitted toward me like a butterfly. “Why are you so late? I’ve been waiting forever!”

But I couldn’t help noticing two faint whip marks on her body.

My heart turned cold. My fiancée had been indulging in some strange games behind my back.

She handed me a beautifully wrapped box. “Alex, happy 26th birthday! Open it and see if you like it!”

Inside was a sleek Armani belt.

“It’s nice,” I said flatly, putting the gift aside.

She pulled me to the dining table, where she had already lit the candles on a cake.

“Make a wish, Alex!” she urged, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.

Once, I had cherished moments like this. Now, all I felt was disgust.

I blew out the candles and turned to head toward the bedroom.

“Aren’t you going to have dinner with me? I worked so hard to prepare it,” she said, grabbing my wrist.

Without looking back, I replied, “No, I’m not hungry.”

Ignoring her crestfallen expression, I left her there, went to the bedroom and threw the belt into the trash.

After my shower, she knocked on the door. “Alex, can we sleep together tonight?”

Though she had moved in after our engagement, she’d insisted on separate rooms. Now she wanted to break that rule?

I remembered how many times I had pleaded with her before, only to be rejected. And then, I thought about the whip and the outfit she ordered earlier that day.

The irony was unbearable.

“No,” I replied calmly. “I’m exhausted. I need to rest.”

Her silence lingered outside the door before she softly said, “Goodnight,” and walked away.

The next morning, she woke me up—an unusual occurrence, as she was never an early riser. This time, she had prepared breakfast.

I didn’t refuse. I sat down and quietly ate the porridge.

Feigning casualness, she picked up my phone and started flipping through it.

“Alex, where’s your delivery app? It’s gone,” she asked.

In that instant, everything became clear. Her sudden attentiveness wasn’t guilt or love—it was fear.

She was afraid I’d find out about the order.

I put down my bowl and took my phone back. “I deleted it.”

Her shoulders visibly relaxed. “Aren’t you eating more? You’ve barely touched it,” she asked.

Dabbing my mouth with a napkin, I replied, “It’s awful. Don’t bother cooking anymore.”

Her body stiffened and she stood frozen as I left the house.

Shortly after, she sent me a message:

“Alex, did I do something wrong? It feels like you’re angry.”

I wasn’t planning to confront her just yet, so I replied:

“No, I’m not angry. Work has been busy and I’m just not in the mood.”

She sent back a playful emoji.

“You can’t treat me like this! I worked so hard on breakfast and you said it was awful. That really hurt my feelings!”

“Alright,” I responded curtly.

After brushing her off, I contacted a private investigator and instructed them to monitor Lucy around the clock.

I needed to see if she would pull any more stunts—and figure out who her "partner" was in those bizarre games.

Meanwhile, the wedding preparations continued. I had a hunch this wedding was going to be... memorable.

Two days later, the private investigator sent me several photos: Lucy was getting into a man’s car, the two of them soaking in a hot spring at a resort, with her wrapped in a towel, her face was glowing with a gentle smile, her gaze soft as she looked at him. She was snugging into his arms, like a bird seeking shelter.

Even though I’d braced myself, I couldn’t help but clench my fists in anger.

The man was someone I knew—her senior from college, Frank.

The irony? His company was only afloat because I had handed him a couple of long-term contracts.

Unbelievable. Not only was he profiting off me, but he was also fooling around with my fiancée.

The investigator sent me a follow-up message:

“Mr. Alex, I also have an audio recording. Turn up the volume when you listen to it.”

I played the recording.

It wasn’t long before I heard Lucy’s voice.

They were obviously engaging in one of their “games” again.

I was shocked by how wild they got, but what struck me even more was how the composed, self-restrained woman I knew became utterly submissive and degrading in front of Frank.

My disappointment in her was complete.

But I wasn’t in a rush to deal with her yet.

I turned off the recording and called my assistant. “Find a suitable reason to terminate all business dealings with Frank’s company immediately.”

At this point, there were only seven days left until the wedding.

The next evening, I received a call from Lucy.

“Alex, it’s been ages since we went out for dinner together. I found a nice Texas restaurant. Let’s go!”

Texas food? Did she forget I couldn’t stand spicy food?

Curious, I agreed.

What I didn’t expect was that the dinner wouldn’t be just the two of us. When I arrived, Frank was there too.

It was obvious why he was present.

As soon as I sat down, Lucy clung to my arm, her tone urgent.

“Alex, why is your company doing this? Why did you suddenly stop working with Frank’s company?”

Frank sat across from me, silent but kept watching closely.

I gently removed her hand and answered calmly, “Our company has been facing operational challenges. Every department is tightening budgets and reducing costs. That’s likely why some contracts were canceled.”

“Impossible! Your company needs those products. Unless you’ve found another supplier,” Frank snapped, emboldened by Lucy’s obvious favoritism.

“Our choice of suppliers is none of your concern, Mr. Frank,” I replied coldly.

Frank’s face darkened. He shot a pleading look at Lucy.

She turned to me, her tone sharp. “Alex, it’s just a few contracts! What’s the harm in letting Frank’s company handle them? Didn’t everything go smoothly before?”

“And how much could switch suppliers possibly save you? Alex, are you giving him a hard time just because I’m about to marry you?”

I stood up, gazing at her flawlessly beautiful face with indifference.

“Feelings are feelings. Work is work. Don’t involve me in something like this again. You two can enjoy the meal.”

Without another word, I walked out.

I was in a meeting when my phone buzzed with a notification: Your delivery has arrived.

Curious, I opened it, only to find it was still logged into Lucy’s account. She had ordered a whip and a wildcat costume.

My fiancée had always been in the picture of elegance and grace. Why the sudden interest in something so... adventurous?

I clicked to view the order details, but it had already been deleted.

A chilling realization hit me: the woman I cherished might be someone else’s playground now.

Our wedding was just ten days away and she had told me it was the moment she’d been dreaming of.

Yet, she wouldn’t be the bride I married in the end.

I didn’t confront her. Instead, I buried myself in work until late at night. When I finally returned home, she had called several times. I ignored every one of them.

Her final message read:

[Alex, it’s your birthday today. Come back soon—I’m waiting for you at home.]

Only then did I remember it was my birthday.

I began to second-guess myself. Maybe she had bought those items to surprise me? Could I have misunderstood her?

When I opened the door, there she was, her eyes lighting up as she rushed toward me like a butterfly.

“Why are you so late? I’ve been waiting forever!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me.

But then, I noticed faint whip marks on her body—small but unmistakable.

A cold wave washed over me. The woman I planned to marry was secretly playing twisted games behind my back.

She handed me a small, elegant box. “Happy 26th birthday, Alex! Open it. I hope you like it.”

Inside was an Armani belt, beautifully crafted.

“It’s nice,” I said flatly, tucking it away.

She pulled me toward the dining table, where she lit the candles on a cake.

“Make a wish, Alex!” she urged, leaning in to kiss me softly.

Once, her kisses would have thrilled me. Now, they made my stomach churn.

I blew out the candles and headed for the bedroom.

“Won’t you have dinner with me? I worked so hard to prepare everything,” she pleaded, grabbing my wrist.

Without turning around, I replied, “I’m not hungry.”

Ignoring the disappointment on her face, I left her standing there and went to my room, tossing her gift into the trash.

After my shower, she knocked on the door. “Alex, can we sleep together tonight?”

Although she had moved in after our engagement, she had insisted we sleep in separate rooms.

Now, she was suddenly breaking her own rule?

I thought about the countless times I had begged her for this, only to be refused. And now, the whip and wildcat costume from earlier came back to mind.

It was laughable.

“I’m exhausted and need to rest,” I said coolly.

She stood outside the door, stunned by my response. After a long silence, she whispered goodnight and walked away.

The next morning, she woke me up—an unusual occurrence since she was never an early riser. She had made breakfast.

This time, I didn’t refuse and quietly ate the porridge.

But as I sat there, she casually picked up my phone and began scrolling through it.

“Where’s your delivery app? It’s gone,” she asked nonchalantly.

At that moment, everything clicked. Her sudden attentiveness wasn’t guilt or love—it was fear. She didn’t want me to discover the truth about that order.

I stood, took my phone back and replied, “I deleted it.”

She visibly relaxed but then asked, “You’re done? You’ve barely eaten anything.”

Wiping my mouth with a napkin, I said, “It’s awful. Don’t bother cooking next time.”

Her face froze. She didn’t move as I walked out the door.

Later, I left the Texas restaurant.

Lucy ran after me, grabbing my arm with a pitiful look on her face.

“Alex, please don’t be angry, okay? Your company suddenly canceled those contracts. Frank’s company is on the verge of collapse! I just wanted to help him. I swear, I didn’t mean anything else!”