"Does Frank enjoy spicy food?" I asked her.

Her face twisted in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

I smiled faintly. "Have you forgotten I don't eat spicy food? Yet you took me to a Texas restaurant?"

Her complexion turned ashen. "I'm sorry... I forgot... I just..."

I shook her off and walked away. She ran after me, but I ignored her, got in my car and drove off.

Lucy didn’t return home until after midnight.

By then, I was already asleep, but she came into the bedroom and shook me awake.

"What is it?" I asked, annoyed.

She wrapped her arms around me and said softly:

"Alex, I just thought the restaurant looked good and wanted you to try it. I didn’t mean to take you somewhere spicy."

She hesitated, then added, "It was my own idea to go there. It has nothing to do with Frank. Please don’t be mad, okay?"

"Hmm," I responded coldly.

She looked up at me, her eyes pleading. "If you have issues with Frank’s company, tell him directly so he can make improvements. Don’t cut him off completely—it’s so hard for him to run a startup."

Once again, she was pleading Frank’s case.

I pushed her away and sneered. "You think running my company is easy? That beggar ate at my table for two years and now that I don’t want to feed him anymore, I’m the bad guy?"

"Alex, why have you become so selfish?" she said, looking utterly disappointed.

Selfish? My fiancée had been fooling around with Frank and I’m the selfish one?

I laughed in disbelief. "Anything else? If not, I’d like to get some sleep."

"Hmm! Sleep then! For all I care, sleep yourself to death!" she snapped and stormed off.

I followed her to the door. When she turned back, thinking I might apologize, I slammed the door in her face and locked it.

We didn’t speak for two days. Neither of us tried to bridge the silence and when we were home, we each did our own thing.

Then one day, Lucy called, her tone sharp. "Alex, how long are you planning to play dead? Are we still getting married or not?"

"Of course," I replied indifferently.

At that moment, I was reviewing new photos sent by the private investigator. They showed Lucy visiting an expensive private hospital for scar treatment—with Frank by her side.

Afterward, they went to a hotel and stayed there for five hours.

With the wedding fast approaching, they were clearly racing against the clock to enjoy themselves.

On the phone, Lucy demanded, "I want to pick out the most expensive wedding dress—serves you right for making me mad! Blame yourself!"

"Sure," I said, hanging up immediately.

Moments later, she sent me a message on WhatsApp:

"How dare you hang up on me? Alex, you’re getting more and more impatient with me. Is it because you’ve had me and now don’t cherish me anymore?"

Cherish? She wanted me to cherish a woman who had been thoroughly used by another man?

I didn’t reply and left her message unread.

That afternoon, the private investigator sent me a video, warning: "Mr. Alex, the content of this video might be upsetting. Please prepare yourself."

I clicked play.

In the video, my fiancée—dressed in a luxurious wedding gown—was flirting with Frank in a fitting room.

As I stared at the screen, a new message from Lucy popped up on my phone.

It was a photo of her, wearing the same wedding dress, taking a selfie in front of a mirror.

"Alex, don’t I look beautiful in a wedding dress?"

Expressionless, I replied, [You look great.]

She sent a smiling emoji and followed up with: [You should be grateful I’m marrying you.]

The day before our wedding arrived quickly.

That morning, while I was busy with work, Frank showed up at my office.

Sitting casually on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, he smirked. "Boss Alex, tomorrow’s the big day—you’re marrying Lucy. Let me offer my early congratulations. Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness."

I smiled but didn’t respond.

He began to grow impatient. "So, when do you think we can resume our partnership? You wouldn’t want this little misunderstanding to ruin the goodwill between us, would you?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Goodwill? Between us?"

His tone turned threatening. "Lucy sees me as her family. One call from me and your wedding tomorrow could go up in smoke. Believe that?"

I nearly burst out laughing.

I hadn’t realized Frank was capable of such idiotic arrogance.

"Go ahead. Call her." I gestured for him to proceed.

I was curious to see how Lucy would react to this call.

"This is what you wanted!" he snapped and quickly dialed her number.

Lucy answered almost immediately. "Senior, why are you calling now? I’m not free at the moment."

Her tone was patient and warm—something she rarely showed me.

Frank shot me a smug look before replying, "I’m with Alex right now. I came to talk about resuming our partnership. Why don’t you have a word with him for me?"

He handed me the phone.

The warmth in Lucy’s voice disappeared. "Alex, why are you still making things hard for him? We’re getting married tomorrow. Can’t you just let him off the hook for my sake?"

My tone turned cold. "Lucy, let me ask you this: do you want us to get married, or do you want me to continue working with Frank?"

Frank’s face fell. "No, that’s not what I meant—"

I cut him off with a wave and pressed on with my question. "You can only choose one. If you want me to work with Frank, tomorrow’s wedding is off."

Disappointment filled her voice as she scolded, "Alex, why are you being so childish? There’s nothing between me and Frank. Do you really have to target him like this?"

She insisted there was nothing between them, yet in the past few days, they had checked into hotels five times.

I forced a smile. "So, you’d rather cancel the wedding?"

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before she responded softly, "No… I want to be your bride tomorrow. As for Senior, can we talk about it later, husband?"

Her tone was pleading.

I could see it now—she truly wanted to marry me.

"Fine," I replied indifferently.

But in my heart, I thought: Lucy, there won’t be a ‘later.’

I tossed the phone back to Frank. "You’re welcome to attend the wedding tomorrow, but don’t even think about working with me again."

"You… You’ve got guts! We’ll see about this!" Frank spat before storming out.

To prepare for the wedding, I left the office early that day.

When I got home, Lucy’s parents were there, but she was nowhere to be seen.

That was when the private investigator contacted me again.

"Mr. Alex, your fiancée just got into that man’s car. They’re still inside and it seems like… well…"

He sent over a video.

I clicked it. The footage clearly showed the car rocking back and forth.

It seemed Frank had worked himself into a rage earlier and now needed Lucy to calm him down.

"Got it. Thanks," I replied, surprisingly calm.

Because I knew tomorrow would bring a storm neither of them could escape.

The day of the wedding arrived quickly.

It was held at the most luxurious hotel in Texas City.

Lucy, eager to show off, invited a large group of her university friends to our wedding.

Naturally, Frank was among them.

He even sneaked into the dressing room to be alone with Lucy for over ten minutes. When he returned to the banquet hall, his smug expression made my blood boil.

The ceremony began as the emcee officially announced the start of the wedding.

As Lucy and I prepared to step onto the stage, I felt the adrenaline rushing through my veins—my carefully planned show was about to begin.

“Now, the bride and groom will exchange rings,” the emcee declared.

Lucy stood in her ornate wedding gown, eyes sparkling with anticipation as she waited for me to slip the diamond ring onto her finger.

The best man handed me the ring box.

I opened it. Inside wasn’t a ring but a remote control.

Pressing the button, I replaced the sentimental video Lucy had meticulously prepared with something far more revealing—footage of her affair with Frank.